Talk Rubbish

I used to like Talk Radio before it became the ghastly Talk Sport. It had good presenters and offered up a tidy range of subject where callers would be encouraged to join in on debates. I hardly turned the station off. During work or play, Talk Radio was always on.
Since changing to Talk Sport however (and it really ought to be Talk Football as they hardly cover other sports), it has gone right down the craphole. Radio to make you want to vomit too. A drab, soulless affair, hosted by backslapping, oafish blokes who have about as much class as a skip full of Bacardi Breezers.
The worst pair are on sometime in the afternoon and are as entertaining as mud. So rubbish are they that I forget their names but I wouldn't sour this page and mention them even if I did. They have faces you want to punch too: one looks like a thick horse and the other has the face of weasel crossed with a field mouse.
I had the misfortune to catch a bit of their sh!tty show a couple of days ago due to the radio oddly being unable to pick up my usual stations (Radio Wales and WBAP Texas). During part of their show they were talking about a newspaper columnist who had written that some football player was a waster because of some reason or another. (I wasn't really paying attention as warts are more fun than football). Anyway this pair of prats decided to turn on the writer and say something along the lines of, "this footballer is worth £110,000, he has medals and a journalist calls him a waster! I mean who is the real waster?"
EXCUSE THE F**K ME, BUT WHAT GIVES THESE TWO TUURDS THE RIGHT TO IMPLY SOMEONE IS A WASTER SIMPLY BECAUSE HE WROTE HIS OPINION IN A NEWSPAPER? CRETINS! THE HUMBLE HACK HAS MORE INTERGRITY IN HIS THUMB THAN ANY FOOTBALLER AND I KNOW WHO I WOULD RATHER GET SHANTED UP WITH! UNBELIEVABLE! AND THIS COMING FROM A PAIR WHO THINK THEMSELVES 'COMEDIANS', WHICH IS A JOKE IN ITSELF BECAUSE THEY HAVE ABOUT AS MUCH HUMOUR AS TERMINAL CANCER! AND NOT FORGETTING THEY WORK FOR AN UTTERLY SEXIST RADIO STATION. THE DAILY SPORT OF RADIO! A POX ON THEM BOTH! NURSE! FIRST AID IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND!

My Ears Shrivelled and Died like a Wasted Mongrel

Damned radio Carmarthenshire and crappy chart music. Id never heard of Cher Lloyd until earlier when they played her 'song'. NEIN! NEIN! MY POOR EARS! ITS JUST 'OH MY DARLING, CLEMENTINE' SUNG BY A TOOL WITH AN ANNOYING VOICE! I DREAD TO THINK WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE. ANYTHING LIKE THE AMERICAN CHER? F**K THAT ALMOST SOBERED ME UP. IS THIS WHAT PASSES AS 'MUSIC' THESE DAYS? IM GLAD I ONLY LISTEN TO LOCAL RADIO WHEN IM IN THE RANTERMOBILE. DUW DUW WHAT A LOAD OF BULL TESTICLES.


And earache for all

AND MOST YOUNG 'UNS HAVE NEITHER THE WIT OR WISDOM TO LISTEN TO THE OLD CLASSIC STUFF, SO THEY DON'T REALISE THEY'RE NOT HEARING ANYTHING ORIGINAL, AND ARE SHAKING THEIR SCRAWNY ASSES TO COPY AND PASTE MUSIC. AH WELL THEIR LOSS THE DIZZY MOPES. NURSE! PINT OF ZINFANDEL IF YOU PLEASE.

Welsh, Lets Have It!

WHY THE F**K DO LOCAL RADIO STATIONS LIKE CARMARTHENSHIRE RADIO EMPLOY IDIOTS WHO CANNOT PRONOUNCE WELSH PLACE NAMES? LISTENING TO IT EARLIER I WAS GRIMACING AS SOME STUPID WOMAN ADVERTISING A LOCAL RESTRAUNT SCREWED UP THE NAME! GET A WELSH PERSON OR SPEAKER TO DO IT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!! THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN IN SOMEWHERE LIKE GREECE OR ITALY.
Also while im at it why do all the people who feature in the adverts have bloody english sounding accents? WE ARE IN WALES! CYMRU! THE LAND OF OUR FATHERS! GET A CYMRO TO DO IT. ENGLISH IS PAINFUL TO MY EARS.