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He has a name, and that name is Howard. Now I know his name, I feel that I can hate him even more, like I have a focal point for all of that disgust I have for him. Surely you hate Howard too. Who is he? He's that guy from the Halifax adverts, with the milk bottle glasses. He sings naff versions of songs, with banking themes. At first I thought it was quite funny, an improvement on the frumpy bird with the gash teeth that had on the previous ad, but they keep on wheeling this daft Howard back out. When he was riding on the back of that bird, man, that really bloody annoying. I could probably live with these things though, but there has to be more. They've turned the radge into a freakin' cartoon character, and he appears on the junk mail they send me. He's even standing there in a sodding ad-banner on my screen right now.
Sticking with adverts for a minute, those sodding 'More Than' adverts. I hate dogs. These always go "that was lucky" "that was more than lucky". The dog's called Lucky. Oh ha ha, aide moi! My sides! That toss bloke that owns the dog, chasing the car down the street, shouting out "Lucky" like he's getting the ride of his life from it. I hope that bloke never gets another job on TV again, and that the dog gets stuck down a well or something.
Jeremy Spake, he's another bloody one. So he used to be a typical overly camp airline steward, or something, and from some trash reality TV show, he gets to present all kinds of gash slot-filling shows. He's pathetic, like a rolly-polly jolly fat man on all kinds of incredibly dull adventures. World's worst jobs and stuff, he had to go watch people doing crap jobs. They he talks to these people that have really tough jobs, the kind of jobs that no one else wants to do. How do they not just kill him? When they've been slaving away, and he comes mincing up to them, stroking his Beadle-esque beard, and asks the most retarded questions. Damn TV scum.
Chris bloody Tarrant. TV scum. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? Everyone, I'd imagine. Who wants to watch other people win money? Not me. "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?" That would be a better show, in which people answer questions, then punch Tarrant in the face. It's not just this either. He's a keen fisherman. Nothing says 'wazzock' more than being a keen fisherman. And Tarrant on TV, or whatever it's called, change the bloody format! "Hey folks look, here's an Italian ad were some lass shows some t**!" "Now I'm going to be all solemn and show a hard hitting drink driving ad". The only hard hitting I want to see you involved in Tarrant is that "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?", better still "Who Wants to Smack Tarrant in the Face With a Cricket Bat?"
It's not just blokes though. She's not on TV much these days, but Judith Chalmers does my head in too. It was her face, and her hair. She was like an orange that had been left in the sun, and gone all dry, and wrinkly. Her tufts of grey-blonde hair were like the mould spreading across it. Her face was so leathery, she was like some kind of reptile. A reptile that got to spend all of her life on holiday, then having the sodding cheek to say "Wish You Were Here". No you wouldn't, Chalmers, I can guarantee that.
Nicole Kidman. How has she raised her profile to that of a credible actress? I saw The Others, and couldn't believe her performance in that. She was so bloody wooden. Best bit was when she was lost in the fog, she couldn't act her way out a bloody paper bag. I especially despised her in 'To Die For' though. I tried to watch the film, but couldn't get more than half an hour into it, as she was repulsing me too much.
But surely the most abhorrent of all the TV durge is the trout-faced Lowrie. In recent times I've happened to catch the start of her show, DIY SOS, of a Thursday night. Coincides with the time just after the kids have gone to bed, and I'll pick up toys, with TV left on. Then this horrible, horrible woman comes on, with a voice that makes be want to burst my own ear-drums. Worst still, it's a show in which the public phone in to choose who should get their house done up. Who cares? Then you get this awful Lowrie woman sitting her dumpy frame down, talking to the camera, but I can't hear it, I've blocked it out. I just say to myself "no wonder your husband left you, you nasty old cow. You truly repugnant being, take your wretched face from my screen this instant." My hate for this woman is based mostly on the way she looks at the camera. I can't explain it, but it's like I'm possessed, and a filthy tirade of abuse will follow, every time.
So that's some people I hate. There are more, plenty more, but enough has been written about Tony Blair in recent times, my hate for Carole Smiley and Eamon Holmes is on the back foot a little, I haven't seen them lately so for now, that's enough.
Ah, that feels better. :o)
Sticking with adverts for a minute, those sodding 'More Than' adverts. I hate dogs. These always go "that was lucky" "that was more than lucky". The dog's called Lucky. Oh ha ha, aide moi! My sides! That toss bloke that owns the dog, chasing the car down the street, shouting out "Lucky" like he's getting the ride of his life from it. I hope that bloke never gets another job on TV again, and that the dog gets stuck down a well or something.
Jeremy Spake, he's another bloody one. So he used to be a typical overly camp airline steward, or something, and from some trash reality TV show, he gets to present all kinds of gash slot-filling shows. He's pathetic, like a rolly-polly jolly fat man on all kinds of incredibly dull adventures. World's worst jobs and stuff, he had to go watch people doing crap jobs. They he talks to these people that have really tough jobs, the kind of jobs that no one else wants to do. How do they not just kill him? When they've been slaving away, and he comes mincing up to them, stroking his Beadle-esque beard, and asks the most retarded questions. Damn TV scum.
Chris bloody Tarrant. TV scum. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? Everyone, I'd imagine. Who wants to watch other people win money? Not me. "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?" That would be a better show, in which people answer questions, then punch Tarrant in the face. It's not just this either. He's a keen fisherman. Nothing says 'wazzock' more than being a keen fisherman. And Tarrant on TV, or whatever it's called, change the bloody format! "Hey folks look, here's an Italian ad were some lass shows some t**!" "Now I'm going to be all solemn and show a hard hitting drink driving ad". The only hard hitting I want to see you involved in Tarrant is that "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?", better still "Who Wants to Smack Tarrant in the Face With a Cricket Bat?"
It's not just blokes though. She's not on TV much these days, but Judith Chalmers does my head in too. It was her face, and her hair. She was like an orange that had been left in the sun, and gone all dry, and wrinkly. Her tufts of grey-blonde hair were like the mould spreading across it. Her face was so leathery, she was like some kind of reptile. A reptile that got to spend all of her life on holiday, then having the sodding cheek to say "Wish You Were Here". No you wouldn't, Chalmers, I can guarantee that.
Nicole Kidman. How has she raised her profile to that of a credible actress? I saw The Others, and couldn't believe her performance in that. She was so bloody wooden. Best bit was when she was lost in the fog, she couldn't act her way out a bloody paper bag. I especially despised her in 'To Die For' though. I tried to watch the film, but couldn't get more than half an hour into it, as she was repulsing me too much.
But surely the most abhorrent of all the TV durge is the trout-faced Lowrie. In recent times I've happened to catch the start of her show, DIY SOS, of a Thursday night. Coincides with the time just after the kids have gone to bed, and I'll pick up toys, with TV left on. Then this horrible, horrible woman comes on, with a voice that makes be want to burst my own ear-drums. Worst still, it's a show in which the public phone in to choose who should get their house done up. Who cares? Then you get this awful Lowrie woman sitting her dumpy frame down, talking to the camera, but I can't hear it, I've blocked it out. I just say to myself "no wonder your husband left you, you nasty old cow. You truly repugnant being, take your wretched face from my screen this instant." My hate for this woman is based mostly on the way she looks at the camera. I can't explain it, but it's like I'm possessed, and a filthy tirade of abuse will follow, every time.
So that's some people I hate. There are more, plenty more, but enough has been written about Tony Blair in recent times, my hate for Carole Smiley and Eamon Holmes is on the back foot a little, I haven't seen them lately so for now, that's enough.
Ah, that feels better. :o)
I hate Howard
Lowrie gets on my nerves as well with typical statements like
*So Mary why is your house in such a terrible state?*
Well Lowrie i decided to take a sledgehammer to the wall and it collapsed all around me.
*So it was your husbands fault then?*
Ermmm no, he was nowhere near the house when it happened.
*What do you mean!! it's always the husbands fault. death to all men!!!!!!*
ermmm are you ok Lowrie?
And also anyone who calls their kid Merlin in this day and age should be locked up
*So Mary why is your house in such a terrible state?*
Well Lowrie i decided to take a sledgehammer to the wall and it collapsed all around me.
*So it was your husbands fault then?*
Ermmm no, he was nowhere near the house when it happened.
*What do you mean!! it's always the husbands fault. death to all men!!!!!!*
ermmm are you ok Lowrie?
And also anyone who calls their kid Merlin in this day and age should be locked up
Meka Dragon wrote:
> Chris bloody Tarrant. TV scum.
Oi! That's my friends second cousin your talkin' about! Heh actually most of the family don't like him too much as he's Mr Bigshot. The older woman are always going on at the men about how he's famous and they should try to be more like him. I believe he gives good christmas presents though...
> Chris bloody Tarrant. TV scum.
Oi! That's my friends second cousin your talkin' about! Heh actually most of the family don't like him too much as he's Mr Bigshot. The older woman are always going on at the men about how he's famous and they should try to be more like him. I believe he gives good christmas presents though...
Good display of anger. Vent the anger!
Angry...
:D
That Howard is getting a bit annoying......just a tad......grrr........
:D
That Howard is getting a bit annoying......just a tad......grrr........
He has a name, and that name is Howard. Now I know his name, I feel that I can hate him even more, like I have a focal point for all of that disgust I have for him. Surely you hate Howard too. Who is he? He's that guy from the Halifax adverts, with the milk bottle glasses. He sings naff versions of songs, with banking themes. At first I thought it was quite funny, an improvement on the frumpy bird with the gash teeth that had on the previous ad, but they keep on wheeling this daft Howard back out. When he was riding on the back of that bird, man, that really bloody annoying. I could probably live with these things though, but there has to be more. They've turned the radge into a freakin' cartoon character, and he appears on the junk mail they send me. He's even standing there in a sodding ad-banner on my screen right now.
Sticking with adverts for a minute, those sodding 'More Than' adverts. I hate dogs. These always go "that was lucky" "that was more than lucky". The dog's called Lucky. Oh ha ha, aide moi! My sides! That toss bloke that owns the dog, chasing the car down the street, shouting out "Lucky" like he's getting the ride of his life from it. I hope that bloke never gets another job on TV again, and that the dog gets stuck down a well or something.
Jeremy Spake, he's another bloody one. So he used to be a typical overly camp airline steward, or something, and from some trash reality TV show, he gets to present all kinds of gash slot-filling shows. He's pathetic, like a rolly-polly jolly fat man on all kinds of incredibly dull adventures. World's worst jobs and stuff, he had to go watch people doing crap jobs. They he talks to these people that have really tough jobs, the kind of jobs that no one else wants to do. How do they not just kill him? When they've been slaving away, and he comes mincing up to them, stroking his Beadle-esque beard, and asks the most retarded questions. Damn TV scum.
Chris bloody Tarrant. TV scum. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? Everyone, I'd imagine. Who wants to watch other people win money? Not me. "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?" That would be a better show, in which people answer questions, then punch Tarrant in the face. It's not just this either. He's a keen fisherman. Nothing says 'wazzock' more than being a keen fisherman. And Tarrant on TV, or whatever it's called, change the bloody format! "Hey folks look, here's an Italian ad were some lass shows some t**!" "Now I'm going to be all solemn and show a hard hitting drink driving ad". The only hard hitting I want to see you involved in Tarrant is that "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?", better still "Who Wants to Smack Tarrant in the Face With a Cricket Bat?"
It's not just blokes though. She's not on TV much these days, but Judith Chalmers does my head in too. It was her face, and her hair. She was like an orange that had been left in the sun, and gone all dry, and wrinkly. Her tufts of grey-blonde hair were like the mould spreading across it. Her face was so leathery, she was like some kind of reptile. A reptile that got to spend all of her life on holiday, then having the sodding cheek to say "Wish You Were Here". No you wouldn't, Chalmers, I can guarantee that.
Nicole Kidman. How has she raised her profile to that of a credible actress? I saw The Others, and couldn't believe her performance in that. She was so bloody wooden. Best bit was when she was lost in the fog, she couldn't act her way out a bloody paper bag. I especially despised her in 'To Die For' though. I tried to watch the film, but couldn't get more than half an hour into it, as she was repulsing me too much.
But surely the most abhorrent of all the TV durge is the trout-faced Lowrie. In recent times I've happened to catch the start of her show, DIY SOS, of a Thursday night. Coincides with the time just after the kids have gone to bed, and I'll pick up toys, with TV left on. Then this horrible, horrible woman comes on, with a voice that makes be want to burst my own ear-drums. Worst still, it's a show in which the public phone in to choose who should get their house done up. Who cares? Then you get this awful Lowrie woman sitting her dumpy frame down, talking to the camera, but I can't hear it, I've blocked it out. I just say to myself "no wonder your husband left you, you nasty old cow. You truly repugnant being, take your wretched face from my screen this instant." My hate for this woman is based mostly on the way she looks at the camera. I can't explain it, but it's like I'm possessed, and a filthy tirade of abuse will follow, every time.
So that's some people I hate. There are more, plenty more, but enough has been written about Tony Blair in recent times, my hate for Carole Smiley and Eamon Holmes is on the back foot a little, I haven't seen them lately so for now, that's enough.
Ah, that feels better. :o)
Sticking with adverts for a minute, those sodding 'More Than' adverts. I hate dogs. These always go "that was lucky" "that was more than lucky". The dog's called Lucky. Oh ha ha, aide moi! My sides! That toss bloke that owns the dog, chasing the car down the street, shouting out "Lucky" like he's getting the ride of his life from it. I hope that bloke never gets another job on TV again, and that the dog gets stuck down a well or something.
Jeremy Spake, he's another bloody one. So he used to be a typical overly camp airline steward, or something, and from some trash reality TV show, he gets to present all kinds of gash slot-filling shows. He's pathetic, like a rolly-polly jolly fat man on all kinds of incredibly dull adventures. World's worst jobs and stuff, he had to go watch people doing crap jobs. They he talks to these people that have really tough jobs, the kind of jobs that no one else wants to do. How do they not just kill him? When they've been slaving away, and he comes mincing up to them, stroking his Beadle-esque beard, and asks the most retarded questions. Damn TV scum.
Chris bloody Tarrant. TV scum. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? Everyone, I'd imagine. Who wants to watch other people win money? Not me. "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?" That would be a better show, in which people answer questions, then punch Tarrant in the face. It's not just this either. He's a keen fisherman. Nothing says 'wazzock' more than being a keen fisherman. And Tarrant on TV, or whatever it's called, change the bloody format! "Hey folks look, here's an Italian ad were some lass shows some t**!" "Now I'm going to be all solemn and show a hard hitting drink driving ad". The only hard hitting I want to see you involved in Tarrant is that "Who Wants to Punch a Millionaire?", better still "Who Wants to Smack Tarrant in the Face With a Cricket Bat?"
It's not just blokes though. She's not on TV much these days, but Judith Chalmers does my head in too. It was her face, and her hair. She was like an orange that had been left in the sun, and gone all dry, and wrinkly. Her tufts of grey-blonde hair were like the mould spreading across it. Her face was so leathery, she was like some kind of reptile. A reptile that got to spend all of her life on holiday, then having the sodding cheek to say "Wish You Were Here". No you wouldn't, Chalmers, I can guarantee that.
Nicole Kidman. How has she raised her profile to that of a credible actress? I saw The Others, and couldn't believe her performance in that. She was so bloody wooden. Best bit was when she was lost in the fog, she couldn't act her way out a bloody paper bag. I especially despised her in 'To Die For' though. I tried to watch the film, but couldn't get more than half an hour into it, as she was repulsing me too much.
But surely the most abhorrent of all the TV durge is the trout-faced Lowrie. In recent times I've happened to catch the start of her show, DIY SOS, of a Thursday night. Coincides with the time just after the kids have gone to bed, and I'll pick up toys, with TV left on. Then this horrible, horrible woman comes on, with a voice that makes be want to burst my own ear-drums. Worst still, it's a show in which the public phone in to choose who should get their house done up. Who cares? Then you get this awful Lowrie woman sitting her dumpy frame down, talking to the camera, but I can't hear it, I've blocked it out. I just say to myself "no wonder your husband left you, you nasty old cow. You truly repugnant being, take your wretched face from my screen this instant." My hate for this woman is based mostly on the way she looks at the camera. I can't explain it, but it's like I'm possessed, and a filthy tirade of abuse will follow, every time.
So that's some people I hate. There are more, plenty more, but enough has been written about Tony Blair in recent times, my hate for Carole Smiley and Eamon Holmes is on the back foot a little, I haven't seen them lately so for now, that's enough.
Ah, that feels better. :o)