There are a lot of cunts on television but none of them quite compare to the jiz-stained, rim-licker that is Jools Motherfucking Holland.
The main problem with old JMH is that his show is really good, and despite having to put up with spatterings of whatever gash world music some smug twat at the BBC thinks is cool that week, An Evening with Jools Holland is an important platform for less mainstream bands to delight the world with their musical musings.
What is entirely unnecessary however, is the way the slimy little cretin shamelessly sidles up to his guests, getting all matey with them and spoiling perfectly good compositons by pissing on them with horrendously pretentious spatterings of Jazz Piano.
And as for his introduction of the guests at the beginning of the show, the self-inflated little tosser may as well get his cock out and wank over whatever the line-up may be that week. Jools, they're not your freinds, they are on your show because it is good and gets ratings.
But alas, every Friday, I tune in, like some masochistic goon and rant away. If I die of an aneurysm, it will be the fault of JMH.
1 comment:
Hear hear! I can't stand the twat, and his gormless little fatty-fatty boombah face.
He makes good Christmas music though, I'll give him that, begrudgingly.
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