Miscellaneous Prats27 Oct 2008 12:59 pm
By Nelson
More complaints from a while back. Thanks again.
LAST CHOIR STANDING
“I feel that some of the choirs have been penalised because they sang about God.”“I believe that this competition was rigged and that it was done so for racist reasons. I think that BBC staff wanted to control voting so that the choir with black members would not win.”
I believe that Jeremy Paxman has a tattoo of Nicholas Parsons on his left arse cheek and the lyrics from Samantha Fox’s “Touch me!” in Comic Sans on the right one.
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I feel that in even showing a TV programme called “Last Choir Standing”, the BBC were DELIBERATELY and PURPOSEFULLY being prejudiced against disabled people, whose capabilities to stand up or sing or both may have been severely restricted by landmines or horrific car accidents.
I feel that in calling themselves the British Broadcasting Corporation the BBC are discriminating against hard working English people, whose taxes pay for the luxurious lifestyles of millions of dolescum immigrants and porridge wogs.
Engurland!
I feel the program was biased against deaf people. There should be another program where deaf choirs sign in unison.
I believe in a thing called love.
But not in an underaged children peedo way.
But they’re all great singers, and got natural rhythm innit?
Gotta be biased.
I believe the children are our future.
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I also believe that whoever wrote the complaint is probably dangerously delusional, and isn’t aware of the (B)BC’s NuliAreBore leFTy ten-dances and they’Re PC BRIGade gon mad THEY’D HAVE FIXED FOR THE IMMIGRUNTS TO WIN YOU COULDN@T MAKE IT UP!
Except of course it’s all in the head of the complainant.
*finger pointed at side of head making circular motion*
And I believe R Kelly is a cock.
The general-public were offered a phone-in vote and it was organised by the BBC. The result show signs racial prejudice, apparently.
Werl… gotta be the BBC then. Well known racists they are.
Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said ‘one ca’n't believe impossible things.’
‘I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast…’
The Queen from Alice in Wonderland is posting on the BBC complaints board. Now that’s surreal.
apologies… ‘The results show signs of racial prejudice’
This seems perfectly reasonable.
If someone on “Masterchef” added human faeces to their meal, you wouldn’t exactly expect them to get awarded extra points.
Apologies – Through the Looking glass, natch.
So, after all these months it is finally time to find out who is the winner of Last Choir Standing 2008. And it is….
The Nick Griffin Singers. And here they are, one last time with their medley of Das Lied der Deutschen, Deutschland Erwache and Wir Nationalen Sozialisten.
Caller also went on to state: “I also believe this made Princess Dianna cry”
I believe that if you even considered watching Last Choir Standing you should probably go and shower the diseased discharge out of your chuff/winkie respectively.
There are so many better things to do on a saturday evening; such a grinding a pepper mill into the anus of your aging, but verile, grandmother.
These people make me sick to the pit of my gulliver.
I fucking hate comic sans
13:48/1:48 PM
Can you all stop posting in the future, it’s really fucking with my sense of temporal reality.
Hang on a second, it the complainant upset because the BBC is being racist, or NOT being racist?
Or, just maybe… I not immigrant. Maybe I twat. Maybe I just try sounding like immigrant. I remember using my crazy gerunds and I dropping my auxiliary verbs and even to remember confusion with my articles like the Manuel from Towers Faulty. But, like Twat, I no realise that huge long sentences held together with tricky conjunctions and lots of idiomatic sub-clauses, such as the last sentence of my above post are massively incongruous and stand out like a syphilitic, neon sore-thumb when compared to the rest of mistakes I making, yes?
Bollocks.
If you want to see a black choir winning a singing contest with songs about God, go and watch “Sister Act 2: Back in the habit”.
@ Petpete
What does the virility of your Grandmother have to do with having a peppermill ground into her anus, surely it’s a rather passive gesture?
http://achewood.com/index.php?date=07052007
That’s not being penalised, it’s just not showing initiative. What sensible person’s going to vote against a choir that sings about Allah?
Jesus F, Steve Wright’s just assured the nation he’ll be a ‘cheer-up merchant’ for this afternoon. I’m concerned as to what this will entail.
I believe:
- that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows.
- in a thing called love
- , the pain killing gel for backache, muscular and rheumatic pain and common arthritic conditions.
“a ‘cheer-up merchant’”.
Perhaps he’s going to go for the big exit live On Digital, On line and On Radio.
Maybe they should have a phone in vote to decide how Steve should kick the bucket. I’d go for ritaul Japanese disembowelling.
kukomanga, I also hate you for revealing my previous thought to be unoriginal.
Does anyone here believe that children are the future and that we should teach them well and let them lead the way?
It sounds dangerously lefty to me.
Annoyingly, Wright (or at least his producers) have managed this by playing Santa Esmarelda’s version of ‘Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’. He’s undoing the good work by singing Rhinestone Cowboy though.
I like the idea of the Big Exit on the Big Show, personally I’d like to see him somehow smugged and smarmed to death. Don’t know how this’d work in practice, but I imagine there’d be some sort of self-consumption starting at his genitals.
Certainly not. I’d expect them to be offered a job in an Australian hotel:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/10/27/oz_ice_cream_rumpus/
@ Rob
There is nothing passive about having a peppermill ground into my Grandmother’s anus. It’s a fairly intense process that requires concentration, steadfast work ethic and straight-faces from both participants.
In other news, i have never heard a choir who weren’t singing about God, so the very thought that there may be some firebrand, “free-thinking” choirs has chilled me to the very bone. Seriously, if I knew that some choirs had been rearranging ‘pop’ songs for this show my very perception of life would be irrecovably altered. My chest has become flabby at the mere thought.
Admiral Topsy is at it again:
“If these people won’t take steps to arrest the spread of terrorism themselves then I’m afraid it has to be done for them.
If Syria don’t like the US stepping in (which hasn’t actually been confirmed yet, BBC!) then they should get a grip on the situation themselves, instead of just sitting back, sucking on a hookah and waggling their fingers in indignation!
Topsy Turvy, England, United Kingdom”
These camel jockeys don’t like it up em, do they Topsy?
I believe that there is no choir on Earth that wouldn’t have solicited at least one complaint from the amorphous mass of blind moronic rage that are the HYS contributors.
Deaf ginger choir from Iraq – blatant tokenism, possibly extremist Al Queda sympathisers.
Blind wheelchair bound African American lesbians for Hitler – PC gone FACT mad! And I couldn’t make it up!
A choir composed of androgenous beings with no prejudices, representing all that is good in mankind, with none of the petty belligerence or childish reactions so characteristic of a flawed race – bunch of fucking holier-than-thou wankers.
Atoms of pure love, vibrating in musical harmony to create a soul-lifting symphony of enlightenment – unrepresentative of Britain, nuLiaBoreZioZanuPF Liberal Mushroom Muffs.
Bank.
on 27 Oct 2008 at 3:08 pm tlumacz
“Jesus F, Steve Wright’s just assured the nation he’ll be a ‘cheer-up merchant’ for this afternoon. I’m concerned as to what this will entail.”
…………..
What sort of marmot’s gusset listens to Steve Wright anyway? The only way he could cheer me up would be to invite Noel Edmonds on as a guest, behead him and then ritually disembowel himself in a fit of remorse. These arses were crap when they were at “the height of their game” now they are beyond parody.
sublime! It made me happy, which is typical of this twat-site with it’s oh-so-clever lefty mingesniffers and their un-un-PC insightful wit.
I feel that the choir in Week Two which sang Praise The Self-Replicating Genomes of Unguided Evolution were very unlucky not to make it into the quarter-finals. I believe there may have been vote tampering.
What’s wrong with Comic Sans? It’s pure genius.
The choice of that particular font spelling out Sam’s sexy song lyrics on Jez’s right buttock must surely have got all gay males and straight females reading Nelson’s cheeky description well stiff/moist.
(rhetorical)
You know that bloke in the pub who loves to tell everyone how mad he is, him, eh, mad as a hatter, the madness taking the form of wearing a mass-produced polyester Looney Tunes tie on casual Friday? Comic Sans was designed purely for him to spice up his Word documents. It and he orbit each other like some binary star system of naff.
Or, given you’re such a fan, I should say it and you orbit each other.
What’s wrong with wearing a mass-produced polyester Looney Tunes tie on casual Friday? Or spicing up Word docs with that fabulously funny font?
You should try it Kelvin, might cheer you up!!!
If you want to spice up word documents I recommend dropping in footnotes relating to witty knowing asides for the reader.*
Don’t you think Fridays would be much better if, instead of casual dress, we all dressed up like it was a black tie ball? I yearn for glamour, earnestly.
*Works, doesn’t it? Better than fonts, anyway.
Oh, you’re one of those self-appointed arbiters of other people’s moods, are you? “Cheer up Kelvin, might never happen!” you chirp as you flit around the office dispensing tenth-hand bon mots and jokes you read on the Daily Mail diary page. Well guess what, it did already happen, it started the moment you started talking to me, and it’s continuing to happen the whole bastard time you’re anywhere near me. If you’re so desperate to see me happy then stick a hosepipe through your window and suck down some exhaust fumes for the advancement of mankind.
And take your plain wife and your fatass kids with you, and hang the fact that the Crunchie factory will have to fire the third shift.
No actually, you just come across as quite a grumpy cunt, that’s all.
Ho Ho! Kelvin’s been double-popping the Seroxat again.
Actually, I would probably pay money for an atheist choir singing “Go, DNA!” to the tune of the Village People hit. With appropriate double-helix arm motions.
Of course, by “pay money”, I mean “download a low quality rip from BitTorrent”.
Why stop there? It could be ‘fancy dress of your choice’ then those who yearn for glamour can do this sort of thing, but there’d also be a wide range of other options.
Come on Kelvin, turn that frown around, try thinking of your happy place…
God, you even have to make your venomous stings cuddly and friendly, don’t you. I wouldn’t describe me as a grumpy cunt, I’d describe me as a spiteful and miserable misanthrope who would feel nothing even as I lowered your bound, struggling form into a vat full of your own piss and watched the very life explode from you in the last spasmodic throes of desperate optimism. But I do look nice in a hat.
I wouldn’t be struggling, you’d be doing me a favour. Yes, it is desperate optimism. I try use humour to mask my desperation, but it’s getting harder and harder to keep up the act. None of my suicide attempts have been successful so far (can’t even do that right.)
Sorry to have upset you. You won’t hear from me again.
We’re all praying for you Kelvin.
So what’s the score with this last choir standing then?
Is it an endurance contest – like they all stand in a big choir and have to sing for as long as possible all at once til they collapse from exhaustion/hoarseness and are dragged away to have their feet beaten with heavy drillbits, with the last remaining singers being given the chance to do the songs of praise christmas special?
Or is it another tedious vote-em-out driven piece of reality TV dirge where they try to batter out one final twist of the same tired format before the TV audience lapses into a banality induced coma and stops making enough phone calls to pay for it all?
I also hate comic sans, but not as much as I hate wing dings and all the conspiracy theories that seek to pin their feeble minded premises on it.
Relax – I’m a cheerful person
M Hatter – you are not alone. There are many Christian groups who would enjoy your humour. Don’t give up, just go out and find people who appreciate you for who you are.
Wearing it at a jaunty angle can do wonders to lift your mood. Far more effective than fancy fonts.
http://bancomicsans.com/home.html
*Plants feet squarely*
*Places hands on hips*
*Sticks out chest, sets jaw firmly*
*Give SYB a steely honest stare*
I use Comic Sans. I do not own any Polyester Ties with Cartoon Characters. I do not circulate round-robin email humour. I am not friendless nor lacking in maturity. I am not ‘needy’. I like the informality of Comic Sans, it has a non-work feel to it.
IS THAT A CRIME!!!??/??
I am Jack’s sense of stunned astonishment.
And I’m desecrating the eucharist for you.
It’s not a crime to use comic sans in the legal sense, but it certainly is in a social sense.
I tried using it once, and I felt dirty afterwards. Like fisting your own bumhole.
Kelvin, I salute you. You are the miserable stubborness refusing to accept grim risible meaningless platitudes personified. Nobody likes being told to cheer up; it just gets backs up.
“So what’s the score with this last choir standing then?”
Never seen it, but I know what it should be: A mani a mani no holds barred mass brawl where the opposing choirs face up to each other armed with their weapons of choice and attempt to beat the other side into submission while singing the choral work/rousing classical piece without missing a beat.
I’m looking forward to Blessed Teresa of Calcutta’s Missionaries of Charity (O Bone Jesu and Baseball bats) taking on the Abertillery Orpheus Male Choir (Ride of the Valkyries & Pickaxes).
Last Naked Female Mud-Wrestling Choir Panting…
Now there’s a hit for ITV.
I agree with Dingleberry, Comic Sans isn’t so terrible, it’s quite retro, reminds me of learning to read.
And there speaks one thoroughly modern Millie.
Bah.
I so wish we could use different fonts here!
Huh? New feature? Or has there always been a time limit?
Sanity protection.
@Kelvin
Monday can be a real bitch, can’t it?
(at this point, I would normally include a winking smiley. Half because I’m the sort of person who normally would, and half because I know its vapid cheeriness would jar against your jagged sensibilities. Its yellowness would drip on to the metal, rusting floor of your silent, echoing heart setting off toxic fumes of disgust and revulsion; it’s banality would smile blanky across the frozen howling wastes of the soul, unseeing and uncaring at the shivering infertility of existence. Its stupid winking attempt to include would only remind of how hideously unlikeable and vile the human race is and how willingly it pretends that it is not. The inane grin, ultimately, is just in case there’s a chance of an ugly meaningless fuck before we are all forced to crawl into our graves to be forgotten.)
I quite understand. I get all the protection I need from my aluminium foil hat.
Following an earlier suggestion I just spent half an hour in front of the mirror trying out different jaunty angles. Hope it doesn’t interfere with its protective qualities…
I thought he said “sanitary protection”. Imagine being on the blob from now until early December. No wonder he’s such a hag-ridden miseryguts.
Balls to Comic Sans. Gill Sans is the way to go. HYSers would probably explode if they realised that their computers contained a font designed by a bloke who paedoed his kids, shagged his sister, and bummed his dog.
And a Roman Catholic.
God, and I thought you people’s constant sense of pathetic irritation peaked at apostrophe’s. I now realise your actually hacked off at font’s. Fucking font’s. Isn’t there a better target for you’re rage, like, I don’t know, idiot’s?
By the way I’m thinking this in Comic San’s, even though I can’t actually type it.
Especially when you can’t get any lasagne or that pesky Nermal is around!!
You meat sacks really don’t get it. I am not affecting a humorously curmudgeonly air for the sake of making your comments thread a little more acid. I am not Andy Hamilton’s rabid gnome act, chuckled along by Sandi Toksvig. I have been reading HYS for you bastards and I have discovered that Nietszche was tragically wrong. I have not just stared into the abyss, I have skullfucked it through both eyesockets and still I feel nothing but an ebbing sense of contempt for humanity. And still I didn’t see a valid reason for using comic fucking sans.
As someone who prides themself on being a thoroughly objectionable and annoying cunt, I am deeply upset to discover how much ire Comic Sans inspires. Not because it winds people up; no, that part of it is great, but I have never used it and now I have to face up to the fact that not only have I been missing out on a valuable source of pissing folk off, but that I am clearly a rank amateur as a wind-up merchant.
Thanks for fucking nothing, guys!
PS Millie, I too wear a tinfoil hat – do you go for the classic bicorn style or something more edgy? I’m currently fashioning myself a stovepipe topper.
Its grate!
All rather trivial peccadilloes when compared with working for Microsoft.
Kelvin, your sacrifice is much appreciated. I can only spend very limited amounts of time there myself. If it weren’t for you and your fellow Bravehearts I wouldn’t be able to enjoy these mediated morsels from the vipers’ pit from a safe distance.
Bit Special, I now have a mentAL image of you to go with your words. The stovepipe topper does add an air of sophistication, I must say.
Today I’ve opted for the Sombrero. Woke up feeling in need of some extra protection for some reason.
HYS is one of those Mwah-ha-ha things that Satan likes to create. He made it to lure naive, positive-minded people to the forum where they suddenly have to confront the true nature of the human race. Basically he is saying, “Look! Loooooook! Do you see? This is what your ‘good’ God has created. This is what you truly are! Look on his miserable creation and despair! m…Mw…Mwah-ha… etc etc
I think it’s nice that Kevin* has somewhere he can vent amongst freinds.
Group Hug…
*I know but that could be the thing that really drives him over the edge
If Kelvin is wrestling with Nee-chee and concluding that he, Kelvin, can see where the loony sod went wrong, then I’m afraid he went over the edge a while back and is now plummeting at terminal velocity towards the jagged rocks, while saying things like, “hmmm, I appear to be experiencing a loosening of the bowels, how fascinating.”
“If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”
Ven I vas tinking zis, I vas reading ze H-Vye-S. Mein Gott, zey are a lot of vobbling vildebeest vulvas, eh? I may have unleashed ze spectre of ze Übermensch Fasicts, but I look at zees CCCrrretins and sink, “just kill zem all, it vould be a kindness”.
As a spEak You’re bRanes contributor I gaze into the abyss quite regularly, and can honestly say that it would never gaze at anything beyond its own nose.
From the Extremism thread
Yes, we should deport all foul mouthed preachers of hate.
But who’s going to post on HYS once we’ve done that?
Come on Kelvin\Nelson\Alex, I need this site to get me through the day. Gone off the boil it has. FACT!
I’ve forwarded this to topically witty rabid gnome Andy Hamilton and suggested that he use it in the next series of Radio 4 hellcom Old Harry’s Game. I recommended that the demon Scumspawn should post under the ironic name “Joy”.
LOL!11!!!!!!343! – what sort of idiot uses backspaces to indicate “or”? Ha!
Did I write backspaces? Did I actually write that? Bum.
Of course, I meant backslashes. This does, obviously, mean that I too am an idiot. But then, when you get down to it, aren’t we all?
‘Sartorial Practice’. Trying a little too hard to be classy Topsy. The elite ignoring you again, despite your best efforts? Ah, what a pity.
A word of advice, it’s not because you have no class, or aren’t good enough for them, it’s because even poshos think you’re a twat.
Nope, it’s because you come from Stevenage.
You’ve got the internet now, surely you’ve seen there’s more to life? So why are you still there? Waiting for that life affirming move to Harlow?
I saw that programme last night. Was amazed to see that Prescott was quite handsome in his youth. Who’da thawt?!
I do wish he’d close his mouth when he chews though.
(Yes i know this post is more suited to HYS than here but I can’t be bothered to set up an HYS account.)
So don’t just sit there like Topsy bloody Turvy, moaning about how your bot-bot needs wiping. You want funny? Whadaya waitin’ for? If what you’re getting ain’t good enough, lead the fukin way. Show us, Great Leader, where we are in error. Raise our game, give us stuff to bounce off.
Great minds think in half formed cliches?
But not the Man-God Alex Gache. Alex spurns the mere prosaic and lets rip with a barrage of imagery, what’s the worst thing in Alex’s garden of life? The space-bar apparently…
Maybe should point out that all the above are from the Who’s the Fucking Extremist Anyway? thread, which, if I knew how to link, I would link to here but I don’t.
Dingleberry – you link by putting (angle bracket)a href=”link“(angle bracket) text (ab)/a(ab)
I once ran into Steve Wright when I was stoned after school in Regent’s Park. He was with his son, and he gave me and my friend Doug a kite branded with his name. He said he had loads. He was really nice.
FACT!
I can feel a big D’oh! coming on, but here goes…
You mean like this? (ab)/a(ab)
Oh now I feel thick… I get ya with the tail end stuff ab stuff
so Here
Joy, completely missing the point. Again.
When-ever I need a Peedo Stalker, I go to straight to Peedo Stalker Sam… he’s simply the best there is. Available in all good parks and playgrounds. (Age restrictions apply but tend not to be adhered to. Your hole is at risk if you do not keep up with your mates.)
“It’s not foreign extremists who are knifing to death young people, it’s our own breed!…………..Many languish in our luxury jails! Get Them Out.”
Is Joy suggesting exporting our homegrown crims and extremists?
But where ever could we send them? We’d need a large country on the other side of the world where criminals and scum would be accepted with open arms……
Australia’s sons let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In hist’ry’s page, let ev’ry stage
Advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia fair.
I can now deal with the trite postings of Joy from ROLLE. I just imagine a Rubenesque woman licking melted Tobelerone off an Alsatian’s penis whilst she types.
Topsy Turvy is having a blow job from Tatchell and Tatchell with that well developed jaw bites the cock off of Topsy.
Other than these images I consider myself quite normal and I am now allowed in the park. It was all a big misunderstanding.
How about ROLLE, Switzerland?
Just a suggestion.
Better give Doctor Who a ring then.
Alex Gache is probably the sort of cunt who meticulously mows his lawn and spends ages making sure no single leaf or bud is out of place, spraying weed killer on anything he didn’t plant himself, the dull turd.
Turdy shows his class here by misnaming it a dinner suit Sorry, Turdy, it’s just a dinner jacket, or tuxedo, if you’re American. Only someone who eats off his knife would call it a dinner suit.
Relax, I’m a valet.
Wait, so weeds are worse than poop? Or is he saying marijuana is worse than poop? What kind of backward manchild would refer to it as “poop” in the middle of discussing political extremism anyway?
wtf? For a land of supposedly chick lovin’, straight-talkin’ Petrol-Heads thats a really puffy national anthem. Ya big buncha wussy Gurls!
<blockquote.Australia’s sons let us rejoice,
For we are young and free.
Now look, I’m no historian, but just how many convicts that we deported from the decent Christian homeland were done for sodomy? It sound’s like a buggerer’s paradise! We can give ‘em Gary Glitter. They’d probably make him Prime Minister?
Ya bloody Purves!
I like to attire myself in formal evening wear at events where this is requested. Usually indicated by “black-tie” on the invitation. I would certanly look pretty foolish only arriving in a dinner jacket.
Relax, I am drinking Aldi Super Strength Lagers
And speaking of complaints…
You might not ring her grandfather and tell him about it but you would wouldn’t you, dirty minx.
Bugger… just click on “All” and then go back to the gallery page to see the pics.
They’ve shut down the gallery. Thank goodness for google cache.
And I would…possibly more than once.
Me and pops could spit roast her. Spank her lilly ass while hi-fiving her grandad. Bet she fucking loves it, ‘im an all. Filthy old fucker.
Sits back and waits for 10,000 complaints about this site from Daly Mail readers.
Since it is their moral duty to decide what the rest of us should find funny and what we should find offensive. Ne’er mind, I’ll be roffling all the way to the collapse of civilised society.
Actually, I’m a big fan.
Millie – am liking the bold sombrero option. RE: my topper, I like to go the steampunk route – makes my paranoid delusions so stylish and hip, I like to think (and my voices agree).
I see a book in the offing: Millie and Bit Special’s Guide to Tinfoil Millinery: 25 Hot, Hip Hats For Natty Nutjobs and Funky Freaks.
Catchy!
We like it! If we get moving quick we could corner the Christmas market…
Chances are the christmas loonies’ll be nicely cornered in hospital for you already. Plenty of untapped market potential. Unless you happen to be the drugs industry.
Jesus-tittyfucking-Christ, 10,000 irate Daily Mail readers…
I think we should all take time today to spare a thought Nelson’s mate in the BBC complaints department. The poor bastard.
Not to mention the moralists on Guardian’s Comment is Free. I’m thinking of starting a site similar to this called Journalist Abuse where I take the most ridiculous articles written by journalists and insult them repeatedly. I think it’s a winner.
Humanism is a fucking joke… why would anyone want to believe in the capability of humanity? Nihilism… now there’s something I can understand.
Christ, this is a new low for SYB comments. We’ve gone from pastiche Brookerisms, sub Now-show humour and desperate flirting to scraping Russel “Fucking” Brand’s “jokes” up and regurgitating them. And you synapse collections wonder why my only wish for you is to die quickly enough that you can’t leave any last words.
When you ask HYS fuckheads for their opinion on Islam, their rage-curve is so sharp and reflexive they have usually typed “All Muslims Will Kill You Soon As Look At You” before their arse hits the Ikea Computer Chair
So they must really really hate prank calls from DJs.
How should extremism be tackled?
Published: Tuesday, 28 October, 03:26
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Should Ofcom launch Brand ‘prank’ inquiry?
Published: Tuesday, 28 October 11:13
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Haha, brilliant. You could give it a snappy title like “Most of the Blogosphere”.
Yeah, but this wouldn’t be an accurate dissection of their points or a meaningful rebuttal of what they wrote, it’d just be pure abuse because they’re journalists and the whole lot of them deserve to be crushed to death by the collective weight of their egos.
Not only do I not see the Ross/Brand bollox as encouragement towards nihilism, but I think it’s a sign of progress.
I reckon it was a miscalculation on their part. They thought they’d get away with it cos they see her as a bit of a slapper, and presumed the moral majority would think the same.
(OK the moral majority might be influenced more by resentment at their huge paypackets than militant feminism, but still, the end result is still Daily Mail readers sticking up for Madam Whiplash.)
The only reason they’re sticking up for her though is because of the prospect of tossing one off over the thought of her doing a “rude” photoshoot for page 3.
I think most people are upset because (a) Andrew Sachs is a grandad and therefore cuddly and warm, and (b) Andrew Sachs was in Fawlty Towers and therefore, like the Beatles, is protected by the Legends of Our Time Act 1993.
But it’s ironic! You can tell because. Er.
Oh.
Yet more evidence of us having turned into a pc-gone-mad society – they don’t even mind that he’s a dego wop grandad. (Or even Jewish.)
*wears his Russel Brand haystack inside his head*
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