apologies for linkery, but...
www.bedales.org.uk
rich pants-on-head retarded gash-monkeys.
Oh, and it's also nearly £26k a year.





*pop*
(this one is a bit.... did it on, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 22:10, 6 replies)

sweet 16?
has anyone ever come across that show on mtv?

i have to say some of those kids are terrible its all "Mum buy me those £400 trainers that are so ugly no one in their right mind would wear them?"

and after all the money has been spent on them and they have their party, are they happy?
no.

i watched an episode once were some 15 year old brat was so rude that none of the people hired to be their turned up.

the sad thing is most of these kids think they're really somebody... until they realise the world doesn't revolve around them.

.
(stumbleina, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 21:04, 10 replies)

Oh for the record....
My answer to the QOTW - food sabotage - I didn't write, NOR did I ever commit such an act.

My account was accessed by someone when i'd left my laptop switched on and b3ta logged in, and when(if) I find out who was responsible i'll kick their fucking ass.

Sorry for any offence caused to anyone!

Edit: The girl I went out with in Nottingham did cheat on me though.. 10 times in 2 months. Still I forgave her, she had very low self esteem problems.We were obviously incompatable, and now we're good friends. She's been with her current fella for 2 years, is expecting his child and is engaged to be married. So alls well that ends well =)
(urbanbushmonkey, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 20:33, 8 replies)

Not strictly in line with this weeks QOTW but still.. read on.
Ok, so this isn't as much about 'spoilt' brats as just 'brats' in general.

Every bus journey you can guarantee there will be at least one group of girls, usually around the ages of 12-16 who think its absolutely hi-fucking-larious to play whatever festering turd of a song is ruling the chavtastic songworld at that moment in time. If they're not playing shitty music then they are having a conversation to see who's mouth can produce the most crap in 60 second spurts.
A typical conversation would go thus:

Chavette #1: Lyk ohmygodwhatthefuckyousaying
Chavette #2: no 'e wud-unt 'eez gunna get fukin battad
Chavette #3: fuk off u dont no nuffink.

And so on and so forth all expelled in exceptionally loud voices so that the rest of the bus can hear all about their pathetic excuses for lives.


Next.

The male chavs, you know the ones. They stand outside the shops in groups and proceed to ask every stranger that walks past "go in t'shop for us mate". When the stranger politely declines their request they suddenly show their true side "what a wanka, fuk off yer fukin twat, i'm guna cut ya wiv me flicky innit". Well fuck me sideways with the torch of gondor... thats where i've been going wrong all my life, your supposed to be rude and uncouth when you want someone to do something for you. Christ on a twunting bike... Their stupidity astounds me. Fuck Asbo's.... bring in mandatory steralisation for all chavs.

There are so many more 'brats' i'd like to unleash a foul mouthed diatribe about but i'll end this here.
(urbanbushmonkey, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 20:32, 7 replies)

This absoultely takes the fucking cake.
uk.youtube.com/watch?v=kQRBaBYoXnM

Her and her parents...foul...

I hope they die.
(trippeh, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 17:09, 21 replies)

I'm prepared to take the flak...
I went to Public School - my parents worked hard and, because they felt it might be a good idea if their kid could read by the age of 18, sent me to a decent school (I went ot a state primary and they were told outright by the headmistress that as I was rather bright, the state system wouldn't care for me at all - the focus was on the cunts and retards, as that made jobs for social workers and teachers and the results required were easier to acheive).

I had a lot of stuff as a kid, but I was ill and couldn't go out much before I was about 7 - hence the need to have stuff to occupy me with in the house. I appreciated it all and still have all the Star Wars stuff in the loft, having sold the rest when I was a teenager to help pay to redecorate my room and the hobby room my dad had, as I used a corner of it to work on my radio-controlled car (I used to race when I was a nipper).

Spending money for holidays was only ever what I'd saved of my pocket money and, although I used to get a decent birthday and Christmas, anything I wanted, I had to save up for and buy, unless it was a requirement for school (hockey stick, rugby boots, etc).

My dad bought my first car, as he spotted it and knew it was ideal - I gave him what savings I had towards it, but I was, at the time trying to finance a fiancee who was sucking every penny out of me (a mistake I rectified some time later).

I've worked hard to provide for myself, my (now) wife and I've done my best to reapy the kindness my family has shown me.

Yet, because I was born in Surrey, went to Public School and have made a good career, it seems that the bitter, twisted inverse-snobs posting a lot of jealousy on here would label me as spoilt. Yet, when i lived in Leeds for five years, I saw kids whose parents laughed at the brats throwing rocks at the schools they were bunking off from as "they could always go on the social", so why bother trying to get an education or a job? I'm happy to take the abuse, but I think that these twats are the spoilt ones - they think they have a god-given right to expect handouts, for the state to raise their spawn, that no-one can criticise them ("I know my rights!") and, heaven forfend you point out their thieving pikey brats are doing something morally reprehensible.

No, they are, it seems, the salt of the earth, whilst I am destined to be a spoilt ponce purely because I and my fmaily aspired to be something other than council-housing fodder and I happen to be able to use the letters "T" and "H" correctly in my speech. Obviously.

This QoTW is showing up a lot of prejudice and bitterness, I think....
(Chad, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:59, 42 replies)

Banks
have been spoilt bastards havent they? And look what happened.

And what do we do? Ahh there there banky wanky, did you piss away all your money? Did you let all your customers spend 20 years buying frivolous shit and remortgage their houses over and over again without any thought or consideration that one day the house might not actually be an ATM spunking cash? Never mind, let Daddy Government help you out. Heres some more pocket money, run along and divvy it up amongst your friends. Dont do it again you silly monkeys!
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:44, Reply)

I have to admit it
My kids are spoilt. Spoilt rotten in fact in a - give you loads of things to shut up and let me get on with my wine "hobby" - sort of way.

They've had a live in Nanny, and a live out Nanny, various full time nurseries, music lessons, gymnastics, dance, ballet. Both could swim before they were 5. They have pizza every friday, chinese at the weekend. Birthday bashes since the year dot have had magicians, discos, clowns - they named it. They are in Prep and pre-Prep schools, delivered each day in the best motors money can buy. It's embarasing at christmas and birthday time, quite frankly. They've got all those stupid plastic japanese gonks, as well as bunk beds!Spoilt rotten they are, but I have a remedy.

For sometime now a few friends and myself in financial circles have been engineering a little surprise. I introduced the concept of the "credit crunch" to them last week over buttered fag and marmalade.

Hopefully the fact that pater is now unemployed and the bentley's with the balifs, and they'll have to make do with walking to the local Nelson Mandela Primary School, tap water sandwiches for lunch and an orange for christmas, this will finally give us parents the reason to say NO, you can't have my credit card to order wiggly worms III for nintendo DS off amazon, you've had 15 playstation games arrive in the last ten days, least not wiggly worms VI VII and VIII. Serves the spoilt buggers right.

Mind you as I'm a spoilt bastard m'self, and quite good at it, even if I say so myself, it's looking like the prols will bail us out through their pension funds without even knowing it. After all that Gordon Oik is a jolly decent chap. He'll do anything to be accepted. Even shit on his socialist pals and most of the rest of the worlds population to keep me in gainful employment.

EDIT: Seriously times are hard. We've had to downgrade to Kitzburg this christmas and lay a couple of the stable boys off.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:42, Reply)

Grumpy Old Man
On further reflection, by the definition of those of us who were children in the 70s, EVERYONE today under the age of 18 is a spoiled brat.

Struggling with having to do exams EVERY YEAR? Don't worry - we'll just cancel them!

You don't want a space-hopper? Of course we'll buy you a Wii, PSP, DS and Xbox 360!

Yes, you're right two tin cans and a piece of string ARE crap! Here, have a £200 mobile and naturally we'll buy you a new phone in two months' time when this one is "obsolete"...

I understand COMPLETELY that C&A's own-brand jeans are a bit rubbish - let me buy you these baggy ones where the crotch hangs round your shins. Or would you prefer these Playboy ones?
(Steve The Monkey, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:38, 8 replies)

Riddle me this
I have a roof over my head, a steady job, and enough cash to last. And yet I wish to reject all of this in favour of buggering off to a nice and warm foreign country to teach English. The reason? I can't stand the 9-5 grind. Wake up, go to work, come home, watch TV, rinse and repeat for 5 days and then the weekend is here. Again. Even with hobbies it gets all samey after a while. I'm beginning to reject the whole thing utterly and the only thing keeping me in a job is my pride, frankly. I will not be some dole-bludging hoon. However, to the point. Is being willing to work toward your dream of escaping this frankly dull and cheerless life in favour of something infinitely preferable being a spoiled brat, or someone with their head screwed on (or slightly off) being willing to follow their dream?

Incidentally this is not a "Please validate me and give me attention" post, more a genuine question. I appreciate your answers.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:25, 32 replies)

Rachel, the bosses daughter/niece...
Is a spoilt little Harridan of the highest bastard order. 17 years old and all smiles and cute giggles on the surface but underneath this veneer lies a bubbling pit of ice-cold evil spoilt bitchness that can only be gained from knowing that there is no possible way you can get fired, no matter how inept or fucking USELESS you are at your job.
Suffice to say, I'm not a fan.

A small list:
1) Whiney. About evrything and everyone. Even those she claims to be friends with. Including the bloke she's supposed to be going out with who also works with us. A bit of a simple lad but nice enough, she's taking him a for a ride. Bitch.

2) Makes ridiculous demands of the kitchen staff (i.e, me) Such as:
Her: I want fish fingers. Now.
Me: Can it wait a bit, we're quite busy.
Her: But I'm hungry now.
Me: Fair enough, point taken. But we're really quite busy. Could you take this plate to table 3 and I'll do your food when I've got a minute?
Her: Can't someone else take it? (She's supposed to be a waitress for fucks sake)
Me: Umm, no?
And countless other instances of when she's demanded the home made fish fingers despite the fact the breaded cod is the exact same thing, just not cut up for children.

3) S4C made a documentary about her about 2 weeks ago, and filmed in mummy dearests pub (where we both happen to work I see I've failed to mention earlier). So what? I hear you say. They had to pay people to pretend to be her friends. I laughed my tits about that.

So all of that coupled with the fact that in years to come when her stress ridden, sodden faced succubus of a mother kicks it, and her obese, camera watching CUNT of an Uncle goes to that big buffet in the sky, she's inherit the place, lock stock and barrel.

All of which makes me want to spike her food with my own sweaty arse juice, then twat her with a spade.

Im going to lie down now in a nice dark room.
(Formaly Over say's hello, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 15:54, 5 replies)

When I was a lad…

My friend and I were invited to a birthday party at the house of an annoyingly rich kid named Tarquin.

We were the only poor people there as all the other kids invited were also stinking rich…and as for Tarquin himself? Well, he and his family were so butt-munchingly wealthy that he even had his own swimming pool!

Generously, the parents let us all dive in and we had a great time.

As we were changing afterwards, my mate said to me: "Did you notice how small the rich kids' cocks were?"

"Yeah," I replied despondantly, "It's probably because the lucky fuckers have got toys to play with."


( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 15 Oct 2008, 15:31, 5 replies)

Admit it...
If you had the chance (or the means), you’d ALL be spoilt brats.

Don’t say you wouldn’t. You would. You sooooo would.

They should rename this QOTW to:

‘Reasons why I’m jealous of rich people: C’mon B3tards, bitch and whine about folk because they have more stuff than you and tend to get their own way’.
(Mr Twisty Cheeky The worst kept secret in B3ta..., Wed 15 Oct 2008, 15:04, 13 replies)

I went to posh cunt school
on a scholarship. I used to get called "pikey" because on Non-Uniform Day I'd turn up in clothes from New Look instead of Gucci.

One of my favourite moments in those 7 years of hell was the biggest bitch-whore in my year reading the Telegraph before a lesson one day and suddenly spotting her parents' house in the extremely-expensive-property-for-sale section. As soon as lunchtime came she was on the payphone by the lunch queue, everyone listening as she bawled "MUMMEH! WHY IS OUR HOUSE FOR SALE IN THE NEWSPAPAR! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL MEEE!"

Even better was after we left school though - she and the rest of her Bitch Brigade went to Kavos to celebrate the end of A-levels and appeared on ITV's "Greece Uncovered", running butt naked into the sea and back out for the cameras, showing off their slutty clubbing outfits asking "Do you think I look too tarteh?", shagging random chavs on the beach, and generally behaving like cheap slappers. They even got a two-page spread in the Sunday Sport, who delightedly pondered what their parents must think of how they turned out after they shelled out thousands and thousands of pounds for their education.

Jolly hockey sticks!
(Binary Solo loves a bit of algebra, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 14:53, 11 replies)

I was on holiday, fairly low budget resort, wall to wall English folk having a few days in the sun. Most of the people were lovely, happy enough with the somewhat limited facilities on offer.

But one family were moaning and complaining you've never heard. Just because one day, the beach had to be closed due to a sizable cargo spillage from a passing tanker that has suffered a navigation epic fail. It was starting to wash up on the foreshore, even whilst holidaymakers were still swimming about.

You see, they were Ship-oiled Brits.

(Works better with a Sean Connery accent)
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 14:37, 1 reply)

Faaaar too many
so I spent 9 years on scholarships at public school (funny how much they'll shell out for someone who can play the tuba).

To be fair, most were just ill-informed and insulated rather than spoilt. I particularly remember having a heated discussion with the guy who thought the national average salary might be £40k (1995, we were 16).

But one chap who really stood out a mile shall be called Felix, to protect myself seeing as he could probably still afford to have me killed.

Felix delighted in pointing out my parents drove a Skoda, that I couldn't afford to go on school trips, that I had cheap clothes, and that my holidays were spent camping in Yorkshire.

Refreshingly, however, even though I was a pretty unpleasant teenager, and never going to win any popularity contests, this ceased when some older members of the priviledged classes decided to physically explain that this was not the way he should behave.

I still think most of them were tosspots, and some probably still are, but I have a grudging regard that they took the part of someone they really didn't like, me, because nobody hates spoilt rich kids more than non-spoilt rich kids.
( prince-igor si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 14:36, 1 reply)

The other day whilst walking home with my daughter
I passed a man whose missus was pushing a pushchair with twin boys sitting in it.

The man walked up and said to one of them "You've been a fucking brat all day!"

I couldn't think why that may have been.
( Peej, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 14:11, 1 reply)

16 yr old Tara
This girl is beyond spoiled! If you have something - she wants it. There's no choice but share it with her. If she wants attention, no matter how busy you are - she gets it....you have to drop everything or else she whines and forces her way. Bedtime is always a struggle, rumaging through all my stuff while I'm trying to sleep. She wakes you up in the middle of the night with bad dreams and wants cuddles then expects you to get up and start her day when she says so. Forget about sleeping in! She doesn't have a job, pays no rent, sleeps all day, has so many toys....She thinks the whole world revolves around her. Well, it does sort of. My little princess is fast asleep on her pink blankie in her basket. Her 'after breakfast catnip' tired her out. Touch her - she'll lift her head, purr, give you the most loving look then put her paws over her eyes.
(OGH, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 13:53, 10 replies)

This says it all
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7668140.stm

She's sodding 15 years old!

WTF has she experienced?!?!?

Although possibly less than Madeline McCann
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 13:52, 17 replies)

Bulimics and anorexics
You don't see any of them in third world countries do you?

Spoilt bastards.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 13:41, 3 replies)

The Royal Family.
Isn't it about time we rid ourselves of these useless spoilt twats and their extended inbred families? I feel guilty if I take the car to Tesco's yet that ginger twunt uses a Chinook to pick up his horsey bint. How's that for leaving a footprint?

Shoot the fucking lot of them!

And before any Mail reading wanker says 'ooh they do so much for charity and tourism' DO THEY FUCK! Have them stuffed and on display in Madame Tussauds and the income of this green and pleasant land will increase.

Thank you and goodnight.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 13:39, 36 replies)

Has anyone seen "My Super Sweet Sixteen"
Holy fucking snot cunts that program is full of the absolute scum of America.

They represent everything that is wrong with the westen world. I would happy starve them all to death.

/rant
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 13:24, 17 replies)

When do we get the new qotw?
i waaaant iiiiiiiiit I WANT IT NOOOOOOOOOOW
(rosie-pie, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 12:56, 10 replies)

The firey wrath of the Polish Girl.
As a nipper, I used to live in a pretty skanky estate, but in the middle of the bastion of the middle classes - the London Commuter belt. It just so happened that most of the kids, even though they were young weren't too worried by the fact that I was a pleb, so my then-best-friend gave me an invite to his sixth birthday party.
This chap was handing them out at break times and slowly making his way round the group he hung out with. Another friend comes up to me and say 'Yay! I've got an invite, too!" (it was a 'yay' event - we got to go to Burger King). The one Polish girl in the school (as this was the early 1980s, they must have come under the Iron Curtain) comes over and says 'You haf invitation?'
'Yes', said a pleased me.
Wihout a second passing, she rakes her nails down the left-hand side of my face, drawing quite a bit of blood.
To make matters worse, this was still in the age where the school nurse could liberally dab you with the stinging hell that was Witch Hazel...
I still have some scars from that.
*sniff*
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Wed 15 Oct 2008, 12:41, Reply)

Oscar the Grouch
One of our neighbours is known as Oscar the Grouch due to his ability to fall out with anyone over anything. He's had a two year long letter writing campaign going on with a local business that dropped an accent off his name.

About 12 years ago Oscar had a falling out with the next door neighbour over something trivial so to teach them a lesson he stomped off to his parents house and has stayed there for the last 12 years. Oscar is 50. His parents are retired. Yet he has them doing his laundry, cooking him meals and he lives with them rent free. He even sends them round to cut the lawn and tidy up his flat that he's not lived in for 12 years. Which they bought for him when he was in his 20s. Sigh.

First post, apologies over length etc.
(Iceborn, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 12:24, 8 replies)

But seriously, though
I went to uni with a bunch of the bastards. It wasn't even that good a place (no, I'm not naming names) but it was crawling with the most up-their-own-arse idiots going. One example was the girl who got cheques in the post every month from her parents, and who openly stated in the first seminar we had that she was only in Liverpool to see "how the other half live".

And she didn't change at all.

Then there were others, one of whom walked out of there with a good first because she'd gotten professionals in to do most of her work (animation and film - cameramen, editors, artists, the lot). Whereas idiots like me scraped through with a 2.1 because we a) knew nobody like that and b) wouldn't've been cheeky enough to pester them into doing the work for us and then NOT CREDITING THEM FOR IT when they'd finished. Ughh.
(No offenc - not to be confused with no_offenc, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 12:22, 1 reply)

Have some sheep
My friend Andrew came to my house for tea when we were about 8 years old or thereabouts.He wasn't spoilt,but they did things differently than we did.We were having lamb chops to eat and Andrew says,"In our house,we have silver paper on the chops so that we don't get dirty fingers."
My father replied thusly:
"In our house we have soap and water,now go and wash your hands."
(archroy Get down wi' yer bad self., Wed 15 Oct 2008, 11:59, 3 replies)

Young journalists...
Yes, yes, we all love to say "In my day we had to earn our way..." etc, but seriously there are some in my paper who are infriggingcredible.
They wander out of uni and expect to be writing the front page immediately, talk down to the guy who corrects all their mistakes because "he's just a sub editor isn't he?" etc etc.
Classic example was the twat who announced himself on arrival with a biography in the in-house newsletter saying "I'm the guy sitting next to you with a social conscience" then went on to explain how he wanted to right wrongs, expose corruption, bring down evil officials and so on.
Fast forward one month - that's right ONE MONTH - and a mate spots him in a nightclub queue shouting at the doorman: "I don't have to line up with everyone else! Do you know who I am? Do you know where I work?? I'll RUIN YOU!!!"
And the worst part is, there's a new crop of the feckless upstarts every damn year.
How I long for a QOTW running "Tell us how you've taken someone who deserved it down a peg" because quite honestly a few colleagues of mine have made a fine art out of tripping these wankers up.
( difficultchild, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 11:57, 9 replies)

Spud U Like
If we're in the realms of "spoiled" as in "can't cope because Mummy normally does everything for them", in my first year at Uni, a flatmate knocked on my door one day asking "how do I cook potatoes?". They were baffled when I suggested that there were many different ways and did they want them boiled, chipped, mashed, baked, roasted, sauteed, etc?

"I don't know - what's easy?"

Having explained how to peel and boil potatoes, I left him to it.

An hour, literally, later, he came back asking how to cook chicken...

Two hours after explaining this, he then wanted to know why his chicken tasted odd. "You did take the bag of giblets out, didn't you?"

"I don't know - what are giblets?"

I often wonder whether he'd have starved if I'd left him to it?
(Steve The Monkey, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 11:53, 7 replies)