23.2.20 Meghan Markle Madness

Did anyone else believe that Meghan Markle was the kiss of death to the Royal Family when she appeared on the scene?  I suspect a great many did in fact view things that way, and as was always likely to be so, she has succeeded in fucking up the monarchy while glibly smiling her way to the disruptive outcome.

Self-serving ..... thus, Wankers

Harry and Meghan and simply being cuntish in their plans to 'go it alone', and brand themselves as some sort of super duo.  This pair of disrespectful twats are not worthy of any attention, let alone adulation.  I fear, however, that this fucked up world will provide them with a source of income at every turn, and allow them to continue with their deplorable self-serving shit-fest, and garner support from stupid people - and of course, rich people.

The Queen has every right to be fucked off.  Prince Charles should acknowledge that his son is a twat, and in sequence, rather a cunt as well.  Sadly, this pair of fuckwits will almost certainly carve out an existence, and a lucrative living by being who they are, and certainly not for contributing anything of value.  Dressing up their joint input under umbrellas of 'conservation', 'charity', and 'altruism' is pathetic, and so lacking in integrity.  These two have trumped the pathetic fuckwittery and money-grabbing that's been displayed for so many years by the 'Yorks' - Eugenie and Beatrice.... along with the sex-offender-friend Andrew, and the lead protagonist in the mercenary stakes, Sarah Ferguson.

Harry is being misled, but that does not excuse him in the least.  If he is this stupid and thoughtless, then he deserves to be diminished in the opinions of just about every UK citizen, and his judgement is clearly FUBAR.

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23.2.20 A Vile Person Indeed

There's no beating about the bush here.  I am quite clear on the situation, thank you.  Sometimes there is little need to elaborate on things, and this is one such situation, where the target of my attentions is indeed a cunt and a fucking half.  Yes, there can surely be no doubt amongst rational people that there is now a level of complete cuntism that is in play, within the UK government.  But I have not yet said whom I am talking about.

Could it be Boris, Cummings, Rees-Mogg, Gove? 

If one single image could sum up the horrendous situation that the UK is now in, it's the one above.  Yes, Boris Johnson is a liar and a self-serving fuckwit, with disingenuous approaches to just about everything that needs attention and input.  Yet, my dislike of any individual is fuelled rather more by the Home Secretary, for whom the four-letter term could be no better employed. 

Is 'VILE' the word I am talking about?  Perhaps instead it's 'CUNT'........ I will leave you to consider what you think might be the most appropriate term to apply.

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23.2.20 Sonic

Sonic The Hedgehog - The Movie

What the cunting fuck?  Why?  How?  What?

The world is a mess - Sonic, Lego, what next?

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22.2.20 HIV Impediment

Can you say it properly?

On the radio a few days ago, I heard from a young chap who was talking about having HIV.  Clearly this changed his life in many ways, but with drugs, he was explaining how he manages the condition.  Sadly, there was no drug to take for the other element in play - his inability to pronounce his condition.  "Haitch" is not a letter, and so he is in the difficult position of being unable to discuss properly the very condition he was on air to talk about.  Perhaps the drug companies will come up with an effective drug in the coming years, but until then, everyone will have to take precautions.  Sufferers should practise abstinence on public speaking, while listeners should protect themselves by switching off at the very first sign of mispronunciation.

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16.2.20 Trouble With Trailers

Enough is enough, I'd like to say, but ITV takes the opposite view, and so relentlessly drowns us in shit trailers for its shows.  It does so for many weeks ahead of any programme actually being aired, such that any minuscule notion that one of the programmes might be watchable is removed and a layer of frustration and resentments enshrouds me.

This evening, I have been tainted severely through the constant diet of trailers for the following:

Saturday Night Takeaway
Harry Redknapp's Sandbanks Summer
Belgravia
The Trouble with Maggie Cole

The multiple exposure I have suffered in just a single evening has altered my DNA such that I am not possessed by a demon with an urge to smash the TV.  Is there anyone left in the UK who does not know who Ant & Dec are?  Or people who have not heard of Saturday Night Takeaway?  So why the two dozen trailers per day?  Then we have Harry Redknapp shouting at someone on the beach, again and again and again.  Belgravia is not even on until March (no date specified) so we have a minimum of two more weeks being abused.  The same applies in respect of the Dawn French shit that's lumbering its way towards us..... some time in fucking March!  I also want to know why ITV has decided that the "W" in the programme's title is lower case.

Arseholes

Aside from trailers for individual programmes, there's the compilation trailer that is set against a pretentious "poem" that gets under the skin and burns like acid

ITV New Drama for 2020 Drama

This is just so that ITV can spout self-complimentary twaddle.  All of the above is relevant in my own avoidance of Mr Selfridge, a programme that I simply could not actually watch because of the
previous weeks' torture by trailers.

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16.2.20 Final Score

I settled down to watch Final Score yesterday, interested (to some small degree) in the outcomes of the football matches across the country.  The format has not changed for ages, although the composition of the contributors has certainly swung towards many more female voices.  Match reporters were actually more female than male.  This is most certainly not an issue at all, so before anyone gets "cunting offended" for no good reason, chill out and hear me out.  There should be no difference between the abilities of men and women when it comes to reporting on a game of football.  However, there unfortunately is, as evidenced by yesterday's contributions.  The problem was simple - the delivery of the information was to a large degree 'manic squawking and shrieking'.  Whilst in the past, Robyn Cowen has been the prime offender, head and shoulders above the others, she was trumped yesterday by Vicki Sparks, whose frantic wailing and hyper-tension was overwhelming.

Too Much Spark & Squawk

Robyn was her usual self, that is, I was unable to listen to her with anything other than a sense of torture.  Emma Saunders was this week rather hyped up and challenging.  With those three having set the scene, it was fairly easy to hear others and lump them into the same category.  Katie Shanahan, calm down, please.  Eilidh Barbour and Connie McLaughlin, plus Jacqui Oatley - beware and be careful.

In summary, I am all for sensible input and female voices in football.  The content is not the issue, it's the cunting delivery.

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15.2.20 The Masked Singer Revised

The format for this show is fatally flawed, although it was already fucked beyond belief, before a single note was sung, because the host is a disaster.  Joel Dommett is quite simply fucking nauseating to listen to.  His nasal warbling and pathetic intonation drives me mad, and who the cunting fuck gave him this gig?

Apparently he's a comedian - with a voice like that, he instills ire rather than humour.  I think he needs to go head-to-head with Rochelle Humes, for a voice that grates; he would win, of course.

The programme encourages awful input from the judges.  Ken Jeong is under the weird impression that he is amusing.  Sorry, Ken, but the only funny thing is that you think so!  With his one joke (about knowing "exactly who it is") wore thin in the first programme, but he continued with it all series.  A prize wanker indeed.

Anyway, Jonathan Woss is so full of himself, he's obese.  Davina McCall somehow has come to think of herself as someone who even counts, and her chanting and faux enthusiasm was shite.  Rita Ora thinks blonde hair and big tits are enough to get her over the line in terms of entertainment value - sorry luv, no.

The next series needs to be rethought, and I have a suggestion.  Gag and blindfold four judges, hit them until they squeal, and then get masked contestants to guess the judge.  Superb format.

By the way, Nicola Roberts (who won) was excellent, and Jason Manford (second) was a revelation.

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