Hallo Readers,
It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good. This was sadly the case after the tragic death of Henry Nowak. Last December. Henry, 18, a student at Southampton University, had the misfortune to encounter Vickrum Digwa, 23, in the street. Digwa stabbed him five times. Digwa’s brother dialled 999 and reported that Henry had been guilty of a racist verbal attack. When the police arrived, the two brothers repeated that lie as Henry lay on the ground, crying out that he could not breathe and that he had been stabbed. Initially, the officers disbelieved him and handcuffed him, before realising that he was bleeding profusely (it was dark and he was wearing a black jacket and so the bleeding was not immediately obvious). He died soon afterwards. This week, Digwa was sentenced to life imprisonment, with a minimum of 21 years. Other members of his family are awaiting trial for perverting the course of justice, including removing the murder weapon from the scene. Outside court, Henry’s father, mustering an extraordinary dignity, said that this case was not about race, or about Sikhism, but about murder; he asked that there should be no violence or retaliation. Fat chance.
Whenever a person of colour commits a serious crime involving a white victim, the usual suspects omit no opportunity to spew out their anti-immigration rhetoric. In this case, not only did a Sikh man murder a white man, but the Sikh man, for a few minutes at least, managed to persuade the police that he was the victim. At which point, Nigel Farage and Tommy Robinson, the Nelson Mandela de nos jours, not only denounced the murderer and his family, but also the police force which, they declared, had been brainwashed by DEI and race awareness training and a mindset that black and brown people should always be believed over white ones. Britain, they said, was now in the grip of two-tier policing with the white population coming off second-best. Which is bollocks. But potent bollocks. It is classic White Replacement Theory, so beloved of the far right both here and in the US. Before you knew it, Farage was popping up on various TV and radio stations, suggesting that the appropriate response to what had happened in Southampton was “cold, hard, rage”. The interviewers in question lapped it up, abandoning all critical faculties. The only way that LBC’s Nick Ferrari could have inserted his tongue any further up Farage’s rectum was if he had had his neck extended.
Sure enough, that very evening, the usual moronic, bone-headed “patriots” descended upon Southampton and purported to avenge Henry’s death and to protest the breakdown of policing as they would want it, namely, the good old days when officers could beat up and arrest ethnic minorities with impunity. And so, just like Southport two years ago, when Farage and Robinson suggested that the man who had stabbed three little girls to death was an illegal immigrant and a Muslim (he was neither), they threw chairs and wheelie bins, and smashed windows, and attacked police officers. In short, they ignored the father of the boy they claimed to be avenging, and instead did exactly what Farage had wanted them to do; that is, to display inchoate anger and frustration and hatred of people who are a different colour and who apparently are getting a better deal in life. There will be much more of this in the run up to the 2029 election; and the man who wants to be Prime Minister after that election and to Make Britain Great Again is the same man who is stirring up shit at every opportunity.
**********************************************************************************
We start our review of the week’s excruciating eyesores at the première of Office Romance in New York and Jennifer Lopez, its star, wearing Miss Sohee. Mind how you go with this one…..
The dress is actually rather lovely but who can get past those tits? WHAT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED TO HER TITS? How does that dress even stay up? Is it super-glued on? It is only June, but tit seems, I mean, it seems that we have already found the runaway winner of the 2026 Phil and Grant Mitchell Award.
Still in New York, we attend the Gotham Awards, another chance for TV and movie stars to ponce about. Meet writer and producer Damon Cardasis, who was nominated for his documentary on legendary director Martin Scorsese. Scroll down slowly…..
WTF could perhaps have overlooked the sloppy tie. But nothing would induce her to overlook the fact that he seems to have put the entire content of his sock drawer down his crotch, that the jacket is ridiculously short and that his trousers are staging a Mexican standoff with his sockless ankles. Presumably there were no socks left after stuffing them all down his treswies. Yurgle.
And here is Salvadorian comedian Julio Torres, wearing who can say what?
Think John the Baptist in turn-up jeans and a white shirt, with his head on a platter after Salome had complied with Herod’s order to cut it off. Now think of that head suspended in the air by a rope plait. Or something.
Las Culturistas is a pop-culture and comedy podcast co-hosted by Bowen Yang and Matt Rogers. Last week they hosted the Culturistas Culture Awards in Los Angeles. Among those attending was comedian Atsuko Okatsuka, wearing Tabbe.
Last week we had actor Demi Moore wearing pale blue airbags. This week we have Atsuko wearing a pink inflatable pool chair. She would do well to keep away from sharp objects or anyone smoking anything…..
Also there was comedian Megan Stalter.
If Julius Caesar had sex with a sex worker, this is what their child would look like.
We are now at the launch of the new Disney+ series, Not Suitable for Work, starring actor Ella Hunt wearing Prada.
The uniped bloomers are absolutely ghastly, but, in fairness to Prada, they are a thing of beauty in comparison to the alleged top, which looks like a sleep mask which has fallen into disrepair. It may help her tits sleep, but it is giving WTF nightmares.
Wait, sorry, what?????? She resembles a fallen doxy in a hoop skirt. WTF does not like the Minge Moment mini-skirt (one might think this was meant to be a subtle ode to the Swinging London of the 1960s, of which Carnaby Street was the epicentre, but Doja Cat is as subtle as a brick through a window). She does not like the stockings and suspenders. She dislikes the handbag, which resembles a bagful of knitted trolls. And she really, really hates the pattern of the over-skirt, which strongly evokes menstrual blood. Just. Go. Away.
This week’s It’s Got to Go comes from WTF aficionado WTF of Islington, who spent part of Sunday at the Arsenal Victory Parade, at which the lads and the ladies toured the Borough in a convoy of buses displaying their trophies to an estimated one million fans. People lined the route for hours waiting for a glimpse of their heroes (WTF lives minutes from the Holloway Road and therefore strolled down to the starting position and then strolled home again). But when the buses hove into view, it was almost impossible to see anything for two reasons. First, everyone held up their camera phones. And second, idiots let off masses of red flares which filled the air with acrid smoke, and blocked out the view.
Exuberance is one thing, but idiocy is quite another. It got to the point when people saw nothing whatsoever as the smoke was so thick, and could only tell that the buses had gone past because of the cheeers from those at the front. Ridiculous. It’s Got to Go.
OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Keep sending in your top comments and your excellent suggestions for It’s Got to Go. Let us meet again on Friday 19 June, as WTF is in Tallinn next week and will be too busy looking at medieval buildings and drinking vodka. Be good x
Leave a ReplyCancel reply