Yep, Becky always says it how it is.

You can't have fun these days without some sad excuse chiming in with some chin scratching.

'Who are you and how did you get in here? I'm a locksmith. And, I'm a locksmith.' (Leslie Nielsen)

Anonymous virtue signalling. Interesting concept.

I'm anonymous, don't know anyone on this site, couldn't give a f*** what anyone on here thinks of me and couldn't care less about my opinion being palatable or laudable. And I think this topic is lame as f***. Tragic.

If there was a hint - even the merest suggestion of a hint - of any wit or imagination then maybe. If it's genuinely funny enough. But we have 'Hurr, hurr, ain't some women dogs?' and 'Blimey, that Pam Ayres, worrapig.' Really? REALLY?? Jesus. She's a f***ing elderly poet, not a f***ing centrefold. 'Horrendous Looking Sex Objects'. Fair enough. But we have 'Aint it funny how not eveyone's gorgeous? 'Specially old ones. Eh, lads?? Hyah hyah.' Hilarious.

If that's "fun" then God help us. Goes a long way to explaining why this place isn't a patch on what it was for funny. 'Kinell.

Edited by Eustace H. Plimsoll (08 Feb 2019 10.51pm)

As a woman, I can step aside, or step up my game...

Now there you go, I can get behind this. Nothing funny said but at least it merits conversation.

I'll wager she's better looking than anything either of us have been near in an age and she was certainly pretty once upon a time, but I'll take your view on. And she puts(/put?) herself up as a sexualised object.

But Pam Ayres. (As if PA would f*** half of us anyhow...)

As a woman, I can step aside, or step up my game...

Strewth there's a claim!

I'd rather be forced to slip her one than have to sit through her set, awful "I'm fat and I hate my husband" routine.

That is the general theme of the forum these days, try to offend, wait to be called out then make out the world's going to pot, say snowflake etc, then the usual 6 or 7 bandwagon jumpers jump on, in which you could probably recite their responses word for word before they press the post message button

Paua oouaarancì Irà chiyeah Ishé galé ma ba oo ah

Unless it's overtly targeted on grounds of hatred, offence is entirely subjective and down to the person taking offence. We're all human, but mature emotional control should trump outrage.

It seems to be fashionable to bleat away demonstrating ever heightening levels of intolerance to words, when the desired effect of looking virtuous is often the reverse.
An aggressive rejection of objectivity and stoicism lands as whining and completely destroys the person's credibility.