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And it's always Abbey Road these posturing twats try to recreate, never Discharge's 'Why' Album cover? Apparently I'm unable to post a picture above 0 megabytes (Yeah, thanks for that) but Google Images'll give you the big 'reveal' here.

Since when did the job description of film star have the addendum 'Must be voice of concerned single interest pressure groups'? The job of all 'celebs' (proper ones not these cunts who would turn up to the opening of a fridge door if it thought it would get them column inches in 'Hello') is to tool around in Hot Rods, ripped to the tits on crystal meth, snorting coke of a hookers tits whilst simultaneously eating smoked salmon mousse out the arsehole of a Penthouse Pet. Bollocks to Jane Fonda! Fuck you Whoopi Goldberg and double fuck you with an epee-tipped sybian device Leonardo Di Caprio! Fatty Arbuckle and Charlie Sheen'll learn yers!

Well, one of them at least has a Degree in David Beckham Studies from the University of Dewsbury and is being fast-tracked to the Boardroom of Verybigandimportant Megacorp PLC by the time they are a foetus - so best not mess with the Storm Troopers of the 'Overly Inflated Sense Of Entitlement' Panzer Division

Which they will cook up and sniff, as is their genetic imperative.

It's the arrogance of the woman that is truly eye-opening. The voters of Scotland, with Braveheart resolution, voted (albeit narrowly) to reject Scottish Independence in a 'once-in-a-lifetime' referendum. Far from upping sticks and going off to run 'The Andy Stewart Singing Shortbread Tin' rest home for unemployed Scottish Nationalists, she's now corralling her gang of gnomish inadequates at Westminster (how does that one work again, remind me?) telling us all how it's going to be, how Scotland -with the Union more enshrined now than ever - will reject Brexit if it happens because, um well, we're the Scottish Nationalists and are frightfully important on the European Stage and if I bang my rinky-dink little size sixes enough, someone will jolly well have to listen to me! Fandabbidozie!

All I wanted was a sound that could kill someone...from a distance...'cos my needles are over in the red. Should be the theme tune to this group. Truly got the measure of us has Kate.

But handy if you're entering a Long John Silver lookalike competition

It was bob-a-job week

You mean they didn't break out into some godawful Dick Van Dyke pastiche of a song and dance routine about you not being able to 'get better than a Kwik Fit Fitter....with the fucking big lie of a pay off line.... 'we're the boys to trust!' No jazz hands - no business!

I'd rather watch Blue Waffles

With the added benefit that the recipient will look like a Eunuch in photographic negatives

Also how they found the lead singer of The Killers True story that.

....then you really need to slap on some reality cologne and have a word with yourself. If Grandad stuck his fingers up your arse and told you to say nothing, it's cos he was a shit ventriloquist you hopeless, lily-livered little twerp!

Face it, Ulrika was the game changer here. I mean Bert Foord or Michael Fish could whitter on to all eternity about occluding fronts and it cracking the flagstones in Sittingbourne and no one would give a brass shiny shite. Ulrika sashays onto Breakfast TV all those years ago and its occluding Y-fronts and cracking one out in the sitting room time. Damn near pulled my crank off from its roots when Reham Khan (Google her you rebels!) smouldered onto South Today, telling us how it was all going to be weather-wise, whilst the ghost of Barbara Edwards looked on in silent rage at her glory days that had gone forever, lost to the new generation of quality blart.

She looks like Jason McAteer.......or Stifler

Still peddling the old drunk / ticketless Liverpool fans schtik despite all evidence to the contrary, add a soupcon of regional / city rivalry, stick your fingers in your ears, your tongues up The Establishment's arse the one time it gets is pants pulled down and spanked rotten and convince yourselves you're somehow 'dangerous' because you contribute to something called Cunts Corner. What a shower of indispensable fucking shite you truly are.

Beagling matey-boy, beagling!!

No they don't! A two year long enquiry, going back over every shred of evidence have concluded the fans were entirely blameless and the fault lies with the authorities there to protect them. There is no question of any cover up. The brightest possible light has been shone on all the evidence and the conclusions are exactly the same as in the Taylor report of 20 years ago. If, through whatever jaundiced motives you may have, you choose to believe otherwise then you're just plain wrong. Stephen Wright, whose brother Graham was one of the 96, said today's conclusions "put the serious failures" of the police "centre stage", saying primary responsibility "lies at their door... and in particular at the feet of Mr Duckenfield". He said police legal teams continued to pursue "the denials of the past, blaming mythical, late, drunken ticketless fans for the deaths of their loved ones," That's the people you are pitching in with - a wholly discredited bunch of liars, who the CPS will shortly be pursuing a criminal prosecution against..... .... I suppose it's cunts corner-ers never ending pursuit of some sort of 'rebel chic' and the maintenance of the cynical outsiders pose, even in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary

Okay, It's cunts corner we're in here, not the Oxford Union Debating Chamber, but I'm through with even trying to talk to people with your mindset on this one. For the rest of you, this is a day when 'The Man' has got a bit of it back right at him

Totally and utterly wrong Carry on believing your lies if you like but today has proved that Liverpool fans did nothing of the kind. They were completely exonerated after 27 years of everyone crawling all over every shred of evidence out there. Thank God the 'moaning cunts' have had the spine to keep going up against 'The Establishment, toe-to-toe, for as long as they have done, in the face of indifference by the majority and warped hostility(of a minority, thankfully) like you portray. Thank God they've won, because whatever bolt of cloth you're cut from, if you were a football fanin the 1980's you know that could so easily have been you

No they didn't They've found there's been a quarter-century long Establishment cover up on the deaths of 96 Britons Happy with that are you?

Oh fuck you! Fuck your mewling love of certainty. Fuck your foetid, bicycle-seat sniffing obsession with, and ability to trawl past posts and pick up on logical discrepancies, which, when all's said and done, made this site the laughter-festival it once was. Then double-fuck you with a rusty adze, just to see what happens.

Cunty footballer thinks he's no end of a lad and would fuck a frog if he could stop it hopping, cheats on his girlfriend with the local bike who, once the 40 WKD's have passed through her system, sees the pounds rolling in by working a number with 'UK Compensation Culture 2016'. ...and we are supposed to care about or take sides in this?

Fat Kim one blew me to fuck in a field. I don't recall an anti-aircraft gun being involved but she was a bit of a dog

Went to Fakenham Races and got stuck behind a sugar beet lorry - and that was the most exciting thing that happened to me in Norfolk. I think it made page 6 of the 'Norfolk Bugle' next to the piece about the old crone who went well dressing to appease the Turnip God and the latest Beagling results