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Or a picture of Morgan with half a Challie main armament up his botty cheek.
Im trying to raise money to send a 'crusade' of scouse's to London to petition Fleet Street.
Ok, I'm rounding up some Everton and Liverpool supporters and a large portion of 'The Intercity Crew' to kick off and cause some troub at Piers house in the smoke. Anyone want a fight? Email the usaul address and bring your own Burberry.
I have never been a great one for starting topics, as things like:
Where is the best place you've had a cr@p or ever been caught w@nking by a nun, don't inspire me. Keep them coming anyway, there is a market for all things.
Back to the point. Today, NOW in fact, I am sitting in the sun in my pegoda, sipping Pino Grigio and gin and orange, (two glasses by the way) and listening to the England cricket team wiping the floor with a group of colonial chancers at a sport that we invented, AND THEN:
The heroic, poofy, sleazy, oily, greasy (I think you get my point) comes on to the radio, flogging a book during the lunch interval.
I don't need to remind you genuine squaddies and a few genuine and interested soap dodging, bone idle, walting civvies and students that this pond life (piers morgan, his name deliberately started with a lower case) had the editorial judgememt to publish photos in The Mirror of a few lads having a laugh under the guise of "British soldiers brutally assault Iraqi detainee"
He was sacked for being a cnut by someone who had more sense and morals.
BUT the bit that insensed me was; When asked if he regreted publishing these pictures ( and putting British service men and womens life in danger) The brilliant answer was, "NO, The government lied to us about weapons of mass destruction".
When Piers Morgan was a guest in 1996, he came across as very thin-skinned and demanded the others (and in particular, Hislop) cease their "vindictive attacks" on him as he "demanded his privacy". Clive Anderson (replacing Merton as team captain that week) scathingly joked that the Daily Mirror was now, thanks to Morgan, almost as good as The Sun, and when asked by Morgan, "What do you know about editing newspapers?" replied, "About as much as you do". In what was not Morgan's finest moment, when shown his question in the Odd One Out round (Rupert Allason; Sting; a koala; Geoffrey Clements) he responded, "Is the answer 'jam'?" in reference to a joke made by Eddie Izzard the previous week, saying, "Last week Eddie Izzard said it and everyone roared with laughter as if it was hilarious." Hislop retorted that Izzard got a laugh because "People like him". When Hislop successfully made the 'jam' joke later in the programme, Morgan replied, "Don't play the popularity line with me, Hislop", before appealing to the audience: "Does anyone like him?" The audience responded loudly in favour of Hislop. In his autobiographical book, The Insider, Morgan claims that he was joking throughout and was surprised that viewers took the arguments seriously.
He's got a feckin good agent(no morals or sense of honour, but a good agent none the less)
He is and always will be known as a TW@T of the 1st degree, no-one should ever be allowed to utter his foul name in public, he is on a rung of the ladder just above Striking Fireman and level with Paris Hilton and two rungs above kiddie-fiddlers