Where to begin ...
Nothing new to add, but am appreciating the opportunity to vent in public:

John Barrowman - because he's just so talentless, yet seems completely unaware of the fact
Fearne Cotton - a badly-dressed bag of vapid nonsense
Peaches Geldof - just 'cos
Paddy McGuinness - one lucky fucker, hanging onto the coat-tails of a far more talented mate, the parasitic no-mark
Richard Gere - because the sight of his tiny little raisin eyes makes me want to vomit
Jordan/Katie Price/whatever - horrid, headline-chasing, publicity-seeking sleazy walking sperm bank
Cliff Richard - don't care if he's gay or not, he's just shit and smug
Loose Women - a bunch of misanthropic, dried up old harpies
Bono - a monumental twat

The list goes on and on, but I have managed to wind myself up quite a bit just talking about these few so am going to make myself a nice cup of tea and have a little lie down.

And I know that I can 'just switch the telly off' when these assorted cock ends appear but it's my telly and I would like a choice of entertaining programmes and people to watch. I don't want a choice of 'it's either this shit or it's nothing', which is really no choice at all.
(yes, it is me and has been me since, Sun 7 Feb 2010, 15:57, 1 reply)

Richard Gere's "tiny little raisin eyes" made me laugh like a loon.
(NoStrings Tastes like zombies!!, Mon 8 Feb 2010, 1:50, closed)