Hugh must be joking Lloyds!
HUGH Grant – or Huge C**t, as he’s known in our office – has had a tremendous time of late giving me and my newspaper colleagues a good kicking.
A miniscule amount of that has been deserved, absolutely – but most of it is mealy mouthed hot air from celebs who have clearly lost any grip on the reality of their being.
These people get paid lots because their appearance in films, say, puts an enormous amount of bums on seats.
Those bums wouldn’t be on those seats if it wasn’t for us media types encouraging people to place them there.
So you dance with the media “devil”, Hugh, and occasionally get pricked by its horns. That’s life, son – get over it, or be a milkman instead. There are plenty who’d swap places.
I’m fascinated by the genuine pain these multi-millionaires feel as they sit there in their huge mansions worrying if a hair is out of f***ing place on a photo in a newspaper that’s helped them get insanely rich.
I’d just like to see them apply this same forensic examination to something actually IMPORTANT – like the nation’s banks taking the absolute p*ss out of the British public.
This week Lloyds TSB – owned by you and me, remember – was fined £4.3 million for not paying out compensation to people wrongly sold payment protection “insurance” quickly enough.
Get that? First it loses its shirt in the financial meltdown, comes to us cap in hand to survive, then gets bollocked for still being crooked. And then gets fined for not paying up for being bent!
And still not a single one of these banker c**ts is behind bars, while reporters up and down the country are woken up at 6am by armies of coppers while Huge C**t yodels along with glee.
Talk about fiddling while Rome burns…