I would like to propose the entry of the Landrover Discovery into this, err... competition.
Today we went to a Big Adventure Day on Exmoor, run by the National Park Authority - lots of stuff for kids: den building, fire lighting, broomstick making, bread making, face painting etc...
Parking is a bit limited so they ask you to squeeze the cars in, unfortunately we had to squeeze next to a Landrover Discovery and it's magnificently fuck-witted owner: instead of getting the kids sorted at the back of the car, and therefore making more room she insisted on doing it at the sides - doors wide open, kids twatting about, doing elaborate hairstyles and just generally taking up twice as much room as she needed to with her thoughtless and deluded entitlement complex.
She was, dear reader, clad entirely in Joules and Boden.
This entry into 'Twat Factor' was massively reinforced be her actions at the end of the event - it was pissing it down, and the kids were filthy (rightly so, and good fun it was to), she then had a proper fit (to the point of tears) about how much she hates rain and mud (Exmoor, Autumn - anyone?), insisted all the kids take their wellies and coats off before they got in the car (at the sides, again..), and started scrubbing furiously with wet wipes at any speck of mud in the car - still in the pissing rain.
I leave, however, the best till last - like our kids, hers had made witches brooms with sticks and branches and a cable tie. They were having a great time - but at this stage they were a bit wet, so once the kids had got into the moronic monstrosity (after being made to stand in the pouring rain and take their wet gear off), she looked at the broomsticks, looked at her open boot, looked at the broomsticks again and just closed the boot, leaving her kids fun and achievement behind in the car park so her Chelsea Tractor didn't get any trace of the outside in it.
What a massive, massive cunt.
