What a pissing mess this country's in. After many weeks of searching for talent, we award a prize to a dog that's been taught a few tricks. I am quite sure that Pudsey is a lovely dog, but come on - it's a rather sad state of affairs when a nationwide search for talent leads to the winner being a dog. In fact, we've have not just a nationwide search, but an international one. I've spent the last few weeks bemoaning the fact that "Britain's Got Talent" allows entries which are not British. Now, I am confused, because we've got a non-human winner!
I read yesterday that teachers commonly allow pupils to use mobile phones during lessons. I though it was bad enough that the BBC tolerates Will.i.am.a.nob tweeting during The Voice, but to hear that kids now rule the classroom is so sad, and utterly unacceptable. How the fuck can it be right that phones are allowed to be on, and used? It was bad enough when the little cunts were allowed calculators, and dispensed with any need to carry out mental arithmetic. I give up with education; if the pupils are that determined to use phones in class rather than learn anything, bring on the dole queue.
A newspaper report on a football manger's need to obtain more spending money made reference to giving "ultimatums" and as I read the story on Saturday, I squirmed with complete discomfort and disgust. Why is it that the inhabitants of this fucked up country seem unable to grasp a few basics on the English cuntin' language. We don't hear people saying "bacteriums", nor do we suffer twats saying "datums. No, bacteria thrive (literally) as to data! Similarly, "phenomenons" are avoided in favour of phenomena, and "stratums" is rather lees common than strata! So what the hell is so difficult about ultimata, aquaria and stadia? Get off the fucking phone, and learn some shit, so that in time, we restore in this country some awareness of simple rules and communication abilities.
I see that according to NICE, it's now not appropriate to use the term "obese" because it's unhelpful and derrogatory. Well, fuck off, you twats, because a fat cunt is a fat cunt. You may wish to admonish me for gratuitous use of the word 'cunt' if you wish, but I will call a spade a spade, and a fatty a fatty if I wish. imilarly, "obese" is a perfectly appropriate word to use when describing someone who is obese. The 'cunt' is optional, and if obese is used without the 'c' word, then so be it. Do not, however, push me to avoiding the words fat and obese to describe people who are fat and obese! This is political correctness gone made. You'll be telling me next that I can't call someone a cunt!
Amanda Holden has apparently said she's thankful that Simon Cowell transformed her career. No, this is grossly inaccurate - he gave her one. Not like that, you dirty minded reader, he "gave her a career" rather than transformed it. Before BGT, she was nice enough, but completely inconsequential. I like AH, so I'm not seeking to be horrible, but there's no harm in highlighting facts, and without Simon Cowell, Amanda Holden would be crossing her fingers and hoping to take over from Martine on the Activia adverts.
Tube workers and bus drivers can fuck off. It seems that the CIC have decided that £850 is to be paid to tube workers because of the extra work required during the Olympics. Dis-cuntin-graceful. The bus nobs are likely to ask for a bomus as well. This is blackmail, and a travesty. You've got fucking jobs - do them. Wimps and opportunists. This country is screwed.
So, employees get cheaper gas through staff discount, directors get paid millions, and the average consumer gets ripped off by the cunts who control gas in the UK. Cunts.
[CIC = Cunts In Charge]
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