DEANO Awards for luvvies are a pile of Brit

IT had to happen.

A bunch of self- appointed busybodies who can’t decide if they’re boys or girls have made the world revolve around them. Again.

From next year, the best female and male at the Brit Awards categories will be combined into a single prize for best British artist.

Someone called Sam Smith had previously called for the change, saying the current system excludes non- binary artists.

Last time I looked, Sam Smith was a rather tasty Yorkshire beer.

I had no idea he – sorry, apparently I have to say “they”– was so influential in the music awards business.

Writing on Instagram at the time, Smith called for awards shows to be more “reflective of the society we live in”.

You mean the society where ALMOST ALL of the population simply looks between their legs if they forget what sex they are. That one, you mean?

But anyway, enough has been written about this bizarre gender debate already.

What this nonsense really got me thinking is: why the f** k do we even HAVE music awards?

If people like music, they’ll buy it and the artist will make money.

From what I’ve seen, some of them – the sort that turn up at the Brits, for example – make a LOT of money.

These people have flunkeys fawning over them, groupies hanging off their dicks and the best narcotics money can buy.

And STILL they want a tin award telling them they’re the best.

I’m no psychologist but it sounds like some of these tossers were taken from the tit far, far too soon and they’ve been catching up ever since with their “me, me, me – tell me I’m great” bullshit.

Actors are another lot who need to have their fragile egos massaged with a host of awards.

Oscars, Golden Globes, Palmes De F** king Or.

These c** ts must have mantelpieces bigger than their f** king tennis courts.

And what do they do?

They dress up and read out lines written by someone far cleverer than they are.

Musicians and actors contribute about as much to humanity as, say, Sunday Sport columnists.

If every actor in the world dropped dead of the clap tomorrow, the human race would carry on regardless.

If all the musicians were eaten by wolves, nobody would suffer.

But if, suddenly, binmen, or sewage workers, or farmers disappeared we’d all soon be dead of starvation or disease.

So where’s the Brit Award for binmen? I must have missed the sewage farm Oscars.

Time to scrap awards for these “artists”, whatever gender they think they are this week.