Pissed List

Go get 'em Wayne

Shit on a white hot shovel that's fresh from the bowels of hell. I’ve just had to vile misfortune to read the list of the BBC’sFaces of the Year 2011 which includes, for each month, the name of a woman whohit the headlines. What a foaming bag of bollocks. It’s enough that I hatethese lists anyway (what, pray, is the point?) but this transforms my levels of bile into spewing geysers.

The list in question is the most disheartening thing I haveread since I saw a three-year old girl’s t-shirt which read ‘Future WAG’. Itincludes:

Jan: Gabrielle Giffords, shot US Congresswoman

Feb: Adele, singer

March: Eman al-Obeidi, Libyan rape victim

April: Sarah Burton, royal wedding dress designer

May: Nafissatou Diallo, accused IMF chief of sexual assault

June: Jelena Lecic, had identity stolen for a hoax Syrianblog

July: Princess Charlene, married Prince Albert of Monaco

August: Pauline Pearce, riots campaigner

Sept: Rebecca Leighton, accused of hospital saline murders

Oct: Duchess of Alba, Spanish aristocrat who remarried aged85

Nov: Corp. Kelsey de Santis, attended a US marine ball withJustin Timberlake

Dec: Tian, Tian, the fucking panda

Gripe #1: Five of the women in this list are victims (or inthe case of DSK, alleged victims). What the fuck is that all about? Like beingraped is enough to bestow a woman with celebrity status. What an inspirationalmessage that is. Oh, and one last addition to the victim list: PrincessCharlene who, if reports of her pre-wedding escape are to be believed, iscurrently being held hostage somewhere near Monte Carlo casino.

Gripe #2: And what the fuck is with this notion that 2011’s womenare memorable because of a shag? The Duchess of Alba got wed and Kelsey deSantis had a date with Trousersnake which apparently makes them far more vitalto a progressive society than scientists or rising political stars. Tell youwhat, I’m going to make a bid for 2012’s list on the grounds that I once met UncleTobermory, the womble, at an agricultural fair in 1977. Jesus.

Gripe #3: What po-faced, PC obsessed, lank-haired, latte-swiggingbuffoon insisted on coming up with this list in the first place? Look, if youcan’t find enough women go make a decent list, don’t have a list at all. Orstart a scintillating debate about why women aren’t represented in society. Don’tjust dredge up such bubbling turds as this and present them as a list of femaleachievement. Perhaps I should publish a list of my BBC people of the year whichwould include the rats in the basement, the obsessive Arsenal fan who callsRadio 5 every Saturday afternoon and Jeremy Fucking Clarkson.

Gripe #4: A panda? Really? A fucking panda?

I’m off to stab myself in the ears and then send Kraken Junior toVenus where she’s got a better chance of developing a sense of worth than shehas in a world that gives this pile of shite any wiggle room. You never know.It might bag me a mention for January 2012. Oh look at me! I’m made!

Fucking license fee-frittering idiots.