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lastat06513
Joined: 18 Mar 2003 Location: Sensus amo Caesar , etiamnunc victus amo uni plebian
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 4:42 pm Post subject: What's the worst British insult? |
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I am here watching an Eddie Izzard marathon on BBC-America and drinking a shitload of pre-made Long Island Ice Teas and a thought just occurred to me......although Americans are VERY creative when they insult people, I think British are both creative AND subtle when they insult a person.........
But what is the worst insult a person can throw at someone?
I thought that being called a NED was considered bad.....but after doing some research I found it to be as harmless as a bulldog on percocet........so what could be worse??? |
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Czarjorge

Joined: 01 May 2007 Location: I now have the same moustache, and it is glorious.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 5:39 pm Post subject: |
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The British are "subtle" in their insults? When I think British insult I think slag or cunt or wanker. Not necessarily subtle.
SOME Brits might be creative and subtle, just as some 'Americans' or some Canadians can do the same. I'd hold Bill Hicks up against Izzard any day, and that guy's Aussie-Am.
I would say a subtle and creative insult is dependent on wit. And though I'm not a huge fan of all his stuff, the crown should go to the Irish, specifically Oscar Wilde. He was very good at the veiled complement. |
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Stevie_B
Joined: 14 May 2008
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 6:27 pm Post subject: |
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"For all I care about your opinions, sir, you may go f**k a handful of your own sh*t." |
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Big_Bird

Joined: 31 Jan 2003 Location: Sometimes here sometimes there...
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 6:55 pm Post subject: |
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Czarjorge wrote: |
The British are "subtle" in their insults? When I think British insult I think slag or cunt or wanker. Not necessarily subtle. |
Perhaps most Brits have been a bit too subtle when they've insulted you? |
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Stevie_B
Joined: 14 May 2008
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 7:03 pm Post subject: |
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Guardian TV reviewer Charlie Brooker is the king of the put-down. Here is a sampling:
On 'My Sweet Sixteen":
"Fortunately for whining snotface, the party goes with a bang: she enters looking every inch the cosseted flesh-waste she is, and her and her irritating shitcake friends party on into the night, dancing, shrieking, acting like pillocks, and generally making you feel like getting down on your knees and praying for a nuclear holocaust."
On Gillian McKeith singing:
"I won't get over that in a hurry: my least favourite atrophied Hazel McWitch lookalike in the world, singing "I just want to make love to you", right there on primetime telly. She has to be the only person on Earth who can take a lyric like that and make it seem like a blood-curdling threat without changing any of the words."
On Jade Goody and her family:
"A group so coarse they could lower the tone at an inter-species farmyard gang-bang."
On Big Brother:
"In many ways, Big Brother is the present day equivalent of a 1980s Club 18-30 Holiday - flirting, sunbathing, silly little organised games, and lots of people you'd like to remove from the genepool with a cricket bat."
On Nuts TV:
"Is there a single worse force in the universe than swaggering, cocksure, stupid young men? Because I'm struggling to think of one.
You see them everywhere: lurching around in messy haircuts and idiot trousers, thinking about cars, or babes, or babes in cars, laughing too loudly and blaring things like "classic!" or "quality!" or "genius!" or "mental!" and every one of them, without exception, is a cee to the yoo to the enn to the tee of towering, awful proportions.
And the thing is, the real ones aren't even real, so to speak. The archetypal swaggering, cocksure young man is an insulting media construct, designed to star in beer commercials. Some 90% of their real-life equivalents are merely emulating these idealised buffoons in the tragic belief that this is what the world requires of them; that the first step on the path to acceptance consists of adopting a mockney accent and shouting "get in!" when your team scores a goal. The remaining 10% are authentic wankers who'd do that anyway, of course - but there are probably some decent people lost among the ill-advised majority: trapped inside their shallow, posturing cocoons, yearning to break out but too scared to try. We should pity them. And when that fails, attack them with hammers.
Here's what should be on Nuts TV: live footage of a swaggering, cocksure young man trapped within a revolving metal drum, the inner surface studded with nails. A different specimen each night. At the start of the evening, he falls in, screaming. He dies within five minutes, but the broadcast continues for another four hours, so we see nothing but his mute, punctured body tumbling around in the drum, accompanied by a soundtrack consisting of nothing but Oasis and Razorlight."
On UK Uncovered Full On:
"Perhaps the most startling example of televised tit action is 'UK Uncovered Full On', a nightmare of ghoulish obscenity in which presenter Richard Alexander trawls the nation's premier nightspots in search of girls drunks enough to spoon their udders out in public. This show is so sophisticated that it even comes with an onscreen warning system alerting viewers to the point were they should stop masturbating - I'm not making that up. Essentially, it's like watching an animated butcher's shop window twinned with the very low reaches of hell."
On Simon Jordan, one of the panel of millionaires on Fortune Million Pound Giveaway:
"But the biggest fart-stink in coinville has to be this waddling chunk of frig - Simon Jordan - a massive *beep* who looks like a young Gerard Depardieu with the haircut of a nine-year old girl. He's the resident meanie which is just as well as he radiates unlikeability like a... well, like a *beep*." |
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indytrucks

Joined: 09 Apr 2003 Location: The Shelf
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 7:37 pm Post subject: |
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Stevie_B wrote: |
Guardian TV reviewer Charlie Brooker is the king of the put-down. Here is a sampling:
On 'My Sweet Sixteen":
"Fortunately for whining snotface, the party goes with a bang: she enters looking every inch the cosseted flesh-waste she is, and her and her irritating shitcake friends party on into the night, dancing, shrieking, acting like pillocks, and generally making you feel like getting down on your knees and praying for a nuclear holocaust."
On Gillian McKeith singing:
"I won't get over that in a hurry: my least favourite atrophied Hazel McWitch lookalike in the world, singing "I just want to make love to you", right there on primetime telly. She has to be the only person on Earth who can take a lyric like that and make it seem like a blood-curdling threat without changing any of the words."
On Jade Goody and her family:
"A group so coarse they could lower the tone at an inter-species farmyard gang-bang."
On Big Brother:
"In many ways, Big Brother is the present day equivalent of a 1980s Club 18-30 Holiday - flirting, sunbathing, silly little organised games, and lots of people you'd like to remove from the genepool with a cricket bat."
On Nuts TV:
"Is there a single worse force in the universe than swaggering, cocksure, stupid young men? Because I'm struggling to think of one.
You see them everywhere: lurching around in messy haircuts and idiot trousers, thinking about cars, or babes, or babes in cars, laughing too loudly and blaring things like "classic!" or "quality!" or "genius!" or "mental!" and every one of them, without exception, is a cee to the yoo to the enn to the tee of towering, awful proportions.
And the thing is, the real ones aren't even real, so to speak. The archetypal swaggering, cocksure young man is an insulting media construct, designed to star in beer commercials. Some 90% of their real-life equivalents are merely emulating these idealised buffoons in the tragic belief that this is what the world requires of them; that the first step on the path to acceptance consists of adopting a mockney accent and shouting "get in!" when your team scores a goal. The remaining 10% are authentic wankers who'd do that anyway, of course - but there are probably some decent people lost among the ill-advised majority: trapped inside their shallow, posturing cocoons, yearning to break out but too scared to try. We should pity them. And when that fails, attack them with hammers.
Here's what should be on Nuts TV: live footage of a swaggering, cocksure young man trapped within a revolving metal drum, the inner surface studded with nails. A different specimen each night. At the start of the evening, he falls in, screaming. He dies within five minutes, but the broadcast continues for another four hours, so we see nothing but his mute, punctured body tumbling around in the drum, accompanied by a soundtrack consisting of nothing but Oasis and Razorlight."
On UK Uncovered Full On:
"Perhaps the most startling example of televised tit action is 'UK Uncovered Full On', a nightmare of ghoulish obscenity in which presenter Richard Alexander trawls the nation's premier nightspots in search of girls drunks enough to spoon their udders out in public. This show is so sophisticated that it even comes with an onscreen warning system alerting viewers to the point were they should stop masturbating - I'm not making that up. Essentially, it's like watching an animated butcher's shop window twinned with the very low reaches of hell."
On Simon Jordan, one of the panel of millionaires on Fortune Million Pound Giveaway:
"But the biggest fart-stink in coinville has to be this waddling chunk of frig - Simon Jordan - a massive *beep* who looks like a young Gerard Depardieu with the haircut of a nine-year old girl. He's the resident meanie which is just as well as he radiates unlikeability like a... well, like a *beep*." |
Quality. Genius, actually. |
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KirbyMagnus
Joined: 05 Apr 2008 Location: Korea
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 9:01 pm Post subject: |
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Jizzcock. |
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Stevie_B
Joined: 14 May 2008
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 9:06 pm Post subject: |
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indytrucks wrote: |
Stevie_B wrote: |
Guardian TV reviewer Charlie Brooker is the king of the put-down. Here is a sampling:
On 'My Sweet Sixteen":
"Fortunately for whining snotface, the party goes with a bang: she enters looking every inch the cosseted flesh-waste she is, and her and her irritating shitcake friends party on into the night, dancing, shrieking, acting like pillocks, and generally making you feel like getting down on your knees and praying for a nuclear holocaust."
On Gillian McKeith singing:
"I won't get over that in a hurry: my least favourite atrophied Hazel McWitch lookalike in the world, singing "I just want to make love to you", right there on primetime telly. She has to be the only person on Earth who can take a lyric like that and make it seem like a blood-curdling threat without changing any of the words."
On Jade Goody and her family:
"A group so coarse they could lower the tone at an inter-species farmyard gang-bang."
On Big Brother:
"In many ways, Big Brother is the present day equivalent of a 1980s Club 18-30 Holiday - flirting, sunbathing, silly little organised games, and lots of people you'd like to remove from the genepool with a cricket bat."
On Nuts TV:
"Is there a single worse force in the universe than swaggering, cocksure, stupid young men? Because I'm struggling to think of one.
You see them everywhere: lurching around in messy haircuts and idiot trousers, thinking about cars, or babes, or babes in cars, laughing too loudly and blaring things like "classic!" or "quality!" or "genius!" or "mental!" and every one of them, without exception, is a cee to the yoo to the enn to the tee of towering, awful proportions.
And the thing is, the real ones aren't even real, so to speak. The archetypal swaggering, cocksure young man is an insulting media construct, designed to star in beer commercials. Some 90% of their real-life equivalents are merely emulating these idealised buffoons in the tragic belief that this is what the world requires of them; that the first step on the path to acceptance consists of adopting a mockney accent and shouting "get in!" when your team scores a goal. The remaining 10% are authentic wankers who'd do that anyway, of course - but there are probably some decent people lost among the ill-advised majority: trapped inside their shallow, posturing cocoons, yearning to break out but too scared to try. We should pity them. And when that fails, attack them with hammers.
Here's what should be on Nuts TV: live footage of a swaggering, cocksure young man trapped within a revolving metal drum, the inner surface studded with nails. A different specimen each night. At the start of the evening, he falls in, screaming. He dies within five minutes, but the broadcast continues for another four hours, so we see nothing but his mute, punctured body tumbling around in the drum, accompanied by a soundtrack consisting of nothing but Oasis and Razorlight."
On UK Uncovered Full On:
"Perhaps the most startling example of televised tit action is 'UK Uncovered Full On', a nightmare of ghoulish obscenity in which presenter Richard Alexander trawls the nation's premier nightspots in search of girls drunks enough to spoon their udders out in public. This show is so sophisticated that it even comes with an onscreen warning system alerting viewers to the point were they should stop masturbating - I'm not making that up. Essentially, it's like watching an animated butcher's shop window twinned with the very low reaches of hell."
On Simon Jordan, one of the panel of millionaires on Fortune Million Pound Giveaway:
"But the biggest fart-stink in coinville has to be this waddling chunk of frig - Simon Jordan - a massive *beep* who looks like a young Gerard Depardieu with the haircut of a nine-year old girl. He's the resident meanie which is just as well as he radiates unlikeability like a... well, like a *beep*." |
Quality. Genius, actually. |
More here: http://uk.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=D056C21E8A3B4121 |
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Temporary
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 10:58 pm Post subject: |
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how bout being British..
Or having Brit Teeth  |
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Stevie_B
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:05 pm Post subject: |
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Temporary wrote: |
how bout being British..
Or having Brit Teeth  |
Hilarious!!!!!! LOL!!11!!11 OMFG!! ROFL!1111111 |
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daskalos
Joined: 19 May 2006 Location: The Road to Ithaca
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:50 pm Post subject: |
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I wish I could remember off the top of my head which Brit said this, but for me it typifies the difference between the bald American slur and the couched British slam: No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have, and I think he is a dirty little beast. (NB: It wasn't Oscar.)
That is, the most eviscerating insult usually depends upon phrasing, not on any given word, and this talent seems to be the gift of Brits more than Yanks. (Sad but true, said the Yank.) |
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it's full of stars

Joined: 26 Dec 2007
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:54 pm Post subject: |
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Shut up you mealy mouthed bastard.
I like what one poster wrote on the forum before-
"I'd like to slap the entitlement off your stupid face." |
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mountainous

Joined: 04 Sep 2007 Location: Los Angeles
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:40 am Post subject: |
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See You Next Tuesday...
Spell the first word with a C.......then the U....you got it. |
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Are they the lemmings

Joined: 15 Feb 2007 Location: Not here anymore. JongnoGuru was the only thing that kept me here.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:59 am Post subject: |
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Sort of a change of tack, but you can make your very own ye-olde-English insults right here at the Shakespearian Insulter.
Thou droning rump-fed nut-hook! |
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Stormy

Joined: 10 Jan 2008 Location: Here & there
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:03 am Post subject: |
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Oooooh....groovy link!
Your face is as a book, where men may read strange matters.
Hence, horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head, Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle. |
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