appealnight
All sweetness and light at the Beeb

Baby Pudsey nite is with us again folks, and we're expected to shell out the hard-earned ready crispies once more without question into the bunted Beeb bucket of this perennial good cause.

But with recent tragic events in Haringey uncomfortably close to the nerve, its hard for the big bandaged BBC bear not to have negative associations in the public eye.

With a mere cursory glance at the stat's it's fairly apparent that donkeys' years of this jovial tawdry national whip-round seems to have done little to stave off the grim meat-hook reality of being a child growing up in this country nowadays. Two thousand miserable under-16s phoning the child helpline every day to report abuse at home. Child poverty at an all-time high, the scant "education" and, barring exceptions, lack of emotional support, care and warmth from stressed parents, producing drunken and frustrated out-of-control dumbed-down delinquent louts on the streets just about every night of the week.... and good old Auntie washing her hands of any responsibility whatsoever - her guilt assuaged by old four-leaf clovered gravy train Sir Terry c/w some fresh tit n' ass blonde side kick raking in the dosh for all the "good causes".

Well it doesn't seem to have been good enough, Tel' old boy. :((

How about those smart-suited pig-in-s**t money-for-nothing White City wally managers producing programmes that actually uplift, educate, encourage and inspire children to positive values, social responsibility and high aspirations in their future adult lives in the stead of the present inspid, violent, tasteless and degraded dross so shamelessly promoted as adult normality, upon impressionable youth the rest of the time.

The BBC would make me puke to high heaven if I hadn't already emptied my little white furry belly of the day's stickleback, frog and slugs via the big spit all over my wee portable telly at the sight of a CIN trailer earlier on, here at stoat hole towers.
Like, YUK all round.

EL CHEEKY STOAT