I’m not going to get all morally outraged about that fat bastard cracking rape jokes whilst the victims are still coming forward quicker than Weinstein’s colleagues to condemn the cunt, but I will get angry about the quality of them. I’ve seen funnier gags on a fucking hostage.
I know where he’s coming from, don’t get me wrong. He’s British, like Ricky Gervais. He can be controversial too, like Ricky Gervais. It’s just a crying fucking shame he doesn’t have comedy, or timing, like Ricky Gervais.
Cordon breaking America like his last deck chair still eludes me. I mean, they’re shallower than a paddling pool in a drought over there, and he’s hardly got the classic looks or physique of a star.
He looks like a knifed a bag of onions with a trendy haircut. A 35 year old post op transsexual who’s just been given the correct hormone dosage. A middle aged furry lipped lesbian with the inexplicable confidence of a footballer on crack.
He’s a squealing burst helium balloon of cunt. Sausage meat moulded into a humanoid shape by a clever chimp. He’s a cheeky mockney wanker. He’s a lad isn’t he? One of the boys, with a glint in his eye that you can just make out through one oh his fat slits.
Keep him America. You’re fucking welcome.