He looks like an actual pig made of pig
Indeed, though...why? Calvin's obnoxious (sounds like a poncy aftershave)But ... but ... but ... it's a Crusade for Common Sense how can he be wrong?? Clarke's very patient with the tosser.
Very much vibing Partridge on a Toblerone quest
I stumbled upon this channel last night while changing channels and noticed farage on there in a discussion with someone in the studio and they were both drinking pints of beer. This further qualifies the observations that it is a channel of functioning alcoholics.
too much time living in a villa in the south of franceThese None More British types do seem to take something of what might best be described as a comedic cliché of Continental practices approach to work hours
wouldn't they need some actual journalists/reporters to be able to cover it though?How bizarre. I seem to remember a time when the right would love to jump on stories like that.
Comedian! Wait till he's on with his other comedian friends.This Mark Dolan cunt is something else.
I'll take "Who is a joyless old bag who seems to hate both life and fact in equal measure?"Just tuned in. The Big Question with Ann Widdecombe coming up!
I’m going with ‘why are you such a cunt?’
That Thatcher statue in Grantham is due to be unveiled soon isn’t it? Would make the job easy.You reckon? Try procuring 3,000 gallons of it at short notice.
That Thatcher statue in Grantham is due to beunveiledtoppled soon isn’t it?
Nah, that's been a thing for a while. See Ayn Rand and many others.Thatcher started all this greed is good nastiness.
Neil’s obsessed with the word ‘haters’ - he probably thinks it’s some new buzz word that makes him sound hip.
On 13 June 2021, at the age of 94 and a half, the respected veteran newsman Andrew Neil stood in a studio in Paddington Basin, lit by some battery-operated torches bought from an all-night garage in the Harrow Road, and sold his soul, and his reputation, to GB News chief executive Roberto Rastapopoulos™®.
What did Andrew Neil want in exchange for his precious essence? Money? Power? Some hair? And what did Andrew Neil get? Public humiliation, the loss of his hard-won reputation, the chance to play second fiddle to Nigel Farage and a tasty feast of hard cheddar, humble pie and human excrement. And no hair.
GB News hangs in there, like a monkey surfing on an ironing board in a torrent of raw sewage, reports of its demise proving exaggerated, to gagging liberals’ dismay.
Farage provides inflammatory content that draws satisfactory crowds of onlookers four times weekly, gawping like superstitious peasants at the ecclesiastical trial of a donkey. And quietly it poisons the discourse a little more each day.