Listen / Read
What of a load of guff. I really resent giving any afterthought whatsoever to ill-thought readings such as these. We need a miracle! But only Jesus could perform real miracles. But let’s hope for one anyway! What was I saying?
He’s a rubbish idiot! Can’t you see that BBC bods? He’s talking crap. The man can barely string two thoughts together, never mind three minutes worth! Stop broadcasting his dribble! At least his. After all these complaints you’ve got to give us something. Give us him! At least Ann Atkins is infuriating enough to be interesting. This man is a rubbish, waffling, yawn-inducing, guff-meister extraordinaire! He’s so offensively boring that given the choice between having him round for dinner and introducing Brand and Ross to a female relative, I’d rather walk in on my own mother being Branded up the arse and Rossed all over the face than listen to another word that comes out of Butler’s painfully rubbish and blood-thinningly boring mouth.
I think I’ve said enough.