Comments on: Robinson – “I Must Try Harder”

By: Greg VanDyke

Greg VanDyke — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 15:47:50 +0000

A Flintoff, England v West Indies, summer 2004. Remember it fondly. Some good sledging there by Fred!

By: Greg VanDyke

Greg VanDyke — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 15:00:31 +0000

Fourthed HW. A very nicely put summary of that rather unpleasent organisation the BBC. More please.

By: Beness

Beness — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 06:24:37 +0000

Toenails should have stuck to his role as Dangermouse’s side kick

By: Right Wing BBC

Right Wing BBC — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 10:16:38 +0000

No Humphries turns nasty every time he interviews (or rather shouts down) a front bench Labour politician.
Paxman has a healthy sneer for everyone.
Neil would urge Genghis Khan to move further to the right.

Neil and Humphries should go.

By: Robinson is a twat but

Robinson is a twat but — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 10:08:38 +0000

Everyone could see a hung parliament was on the way, long before the election. Many voters interviewed on the telly said that was their preference, for it would mean a Tory Government without a majority and that would prevent it from attacking the NHS, Schools, Police, Welfare, VAT etc. BUT this was not what we got.
If a coalition was to emerge, most thought it would be a Lab/Lib.Dem. coalition, not many saw a Condem emerging.
Although I really do not like Nick Robinson, if he failed to see the Condems governing the country he can be forgiven for that.

By: QWERTY

QWERTY — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 20:06:19 +0000

No I didn’t, she’s on the list

By: JoJo

JoJo — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 18:53:49 +0000

I agree. The only thing I can’t understand is why a man of his intellect worries so much about his hair (or lack of it). He’s dresses well, he’s entertaining, who cares if he’s a bit thin on top? I certainly don’t! It’s the weave and hair colour that makes me giggle at times.

By: JoJo

JoJo — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 18:46:25 +0000

You forgot Kirsty Wark.

By: I Fucking Loathe Tesco

I Fucking Loathe Tesco — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 18:34:54 +0000

My ‘ull friend went to’t Chilcoot. Saw all kinds of animals and outdoor things. It were a long bloody trek by all accounts, in the final dialysis. Type 2 diabetes, as I said to Pauline when she laughed at me cocktail sausage. When I were slaving in’t gallery the little fella was covered in sweet ‘n’ sour an it took all them cleaning lasses to lick it off. Coulda sworn it were’t boat that were moving. Had to fight ‘em off wit pan scrubber. Ashcroft. Ho’ level’s as far as I climbed – know what I mean? Didn’t have time for any of that book learning. My greasy pole came up short. Middle class. Thatcher. Too busy introducing the little fireman to all them trumpets down Holderness Road. Working class. That Brillo bloke, he gets on my goatee. Waiter! Bring me half a dozen of them spring rollers and then I’ll have every main dish on’t list. Can I ‘ave a discount? Go on, Won Ton. Go on, lad.

By: fuckwit alert!

fuckwit alert! — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 17:30:40 +0000

there’s one of the fuckwits now