Seeing this programme at the weekend on Pick TV was enough to make me both irate as fuck, yet resigned to the fact that this country is screwed beyond belief. As a country, the UK is adopting an approach that is akin to a troubled individual who's into self-harm.
A couple of coppers in a car managed to stop a driver who was travelling with his partner and two kids in the back. He was agitated, and for good reason - he actually admitted to having taken heroine just an hour earlier. At the side of the road, the police checked over the car, while the fidgeting bloke waited, saying that he needed to get home, and that he was 'buzzing'. The check of the car and contents revealed in the boot a number of syringes and needles. They were all in plastic containers, so actually safe, but this suggested the habit was rather significant!
In the glove box, there were documents and benefit books that did not match the name on a credit card, a card which apparently belonged to the woman in the car. The explanation of her having someone else's important documents was that her friend had left them round her house. Meanwhile, two kids were sleeping on the back seat.
What was the outcome of all this? No checks on the documents having been stolen, and the woman being taken at her word that they were innocently in her possession. No 'producer' for checks on documentation for the driver/owner of the vehicle and his driving licence, and no action at all for his taking of drugs. "You won't find anything, it's all gone" was his comment to the copper searching the car, and that proved to be correct. The bloke was allowed to drive away! What the cuntin' fuck? Apparently it's fine to take heroin and then drive kids around in a car.
The very next 'case' shown on 'Road Wars' was the stopping of a BMW. Whilst the driver was indeed an arse, and a check of his car reveal one tyre was below the legal limit, he was stopped because he was not wearing a seatbelt, and issued with a fine. I am sorry, but as a driver, I'd prefer to have a car coming the other way with the driver choosing not to wear a seatbelt than one who's just taken heroine. I suppose some cunt will point out to me that taking it doesn't impair driving, and that insurance is not invalidated through consumption of heroine. That's so mad that it's possibly true.
As far as I am concerned, though, the police have got their priorities fucked up beyond all recognition.
Superstar
After my last and only post on this ghastly programme, and confirmation that I'd no intention of wasting any more than my devoting ten minutes at the start of the first programme, I accidently exposed myself to a few more seconds of input - mainly through channel hopping. I caught on two occasions, snippets that contained horrendous phrases - corny, cheesy, dire shit.
Amanda Holden (so out of her depth trying to front a programme) was apparently looking for "A performance of biblical proportions". Then, on Tuesday (I think) I caught some or other shit from her about the performers finding the "Holy Grail". What complete bollocks. Who on earth writes this stuff? I happen to know that the search for Jesus has ended (thank his Dad) and that we can all now return to atheism where there's no hype, and no religious musical nonsense to bring out the hypocrisy of the nation.
Before I go, the only other sound-bite I ate (well, was force fed through inadvertent laxity in connection with my improper use of the remote control) was one from Lloyd Webber himself, who uttered: "You ooze charisma." If only you did, Mr Webber.
Premier Inn
Has anyone ever managed to book a room at a Premier Inn for the cuntin' price of £29 as advertised all over the place, and talked about by the unfunny Lenny Henry? I thought not. Try it - see how far you get, because it's nigh on impossible.
Mist
The twat providing the weather forecast this week talked bollocks (as usual) and then when on about there being some mistiness. Sorry, chap, but what exactly is wrong with saying there will be some mist? The term 'mistiness' almost suggests there will not actually be any mist at all but conditions that are akin to there being a sort of mist. Well, the reason there may be some apparent 'mistiness' is that there a load of fucking mist!
Barclays Bank
There has been enormous criticism of Barclays in recent weeks, and of its board. The unsavoury practices, alleged fixing of LIBOR, and the general 'scumbag' approach of this corporate entity have all featured in the news, and there will be fines, claims for compensation and court cases for a long time to come. Perhaps the worst failing of the bank has been less well reported. It is of course without doubt the horrendous decision to keep airing adverts with scripts and voiceovers provided by the SO annoying Stephen Merchant. The instant a Barclays advert comes on to the screen, I become more irksome than a rottweiler being stabbed with a compass from a geometry set.
Sponsors
Is there any fucking sponsor of anything at all who isn't a "Proud Sponsor". It's complete bollocks for any company to presume that because it is stupid enough to spend a fortune on being a sponsor, or indeed a proud sponsor, we will all rush out and spend money on the appropriate products or services - which are no doubt made more expensive because of the fucking sponsorship! 'Proud' is a euphemism for 'Stupid Cunt of a'. By the way, less offensive than 'proud' but still indicative of entanglement in the same completely flawed concept of sponsorship is the term 'official'. "Official" just means 'paid more than any other cunt' - just to have a name stamped against an event.
An advert on TV with the final voiceover statement of "Official cereal bar to the London Olympic Games" confirmed to me how fucked up the world is. Why on earth I am supposed to buy an overpriced cereal bar because it is apparently linked to the Olympics I just do not know.
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