The Archbishop of Canterbury on... the right to offend tedious old pseudo-intellectual bellends

WAKING with a hangover that has turned my blood quite green and my faeces purple, I reflect on the sermon I delivered yesterday and my remarks upon the festive season. 

‘Dearly beloved, I say to you this today,’ I began. ‘Fuck Christmas. It’s been Christmas since mid-October and I’m as sick of it as a nuclear fucking winter. Fuck your red hats, fuck the once-a-year pissheads clogging up the pubs, fuck pigs in blankets. 

‘I promise you most solemnly that over the forthcoming week, my church, under my ministry, will be a Christmas-free zone. Which means no carols for a start. No mangers, no Wise Men. The shepherds can suck my cock. 

‘Anyone who needs a break from the Oxford Street shit and ballsachingly cloying adverts, come to this church. It’ll be open all day every day for non-Christmas celebrationsBring a bottle. Bring several fucking bottles. I call it the Seven-day Fuck Christmas Party and it starts here!’

Upon which I cracked open an inaugural bottle of rum. Judging by the well-attended opening day, the spirit of non-Christmas is rampant in the populace. The event was a roaring success and a salutary reminder of the evils of the Christmasisation of commercialism. 

And so, before heading down to Westminster Abbey for Day Two, I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that Labour will not compensate ‘Waspi’ women born in the 1950s and affected by changes in the state pension. This is despite previous promises to do so.

Roast my balls on a fucking chestnut fire, Keith, that’s your election chances handed on a plate to Nigel Farage with a fucking apple in their mouth! You think it’s clever messing with women of that age? You can starve kids, sell arms to fucking war criminals and freeze pensioners to death and somehow get away with it, but you go up against the Waspis and they’ll tear off your bollocks with fucking claw hammers! You are so fucking stupid and so fucking fucked!

Humphrey Smith, owner of the Sam Smith’s brewery, has been profiled this week. A devout Christian and eccentric fellow, he bans all electronic devices such as mobile phones from his hostelries and also forbids swearing. 

Cunt’s sake, man, no wonder half your pubs are fucking shut! It doesn’t help that your lager tastes like piss samples from a donkey hospital. No swearing? We’re talking fucking pubs here! That’s like forbidding talking shit or crapping in the bogs. As for banning phones, d’you think punters are gonna sit there twiddling their thumbs staring at your fucking horse brasses? ‘Devout Christian’ is the fucking tell here. I’ve met enough of them in my line of work to know that makes you fucking suspect!

Stephen Fry has given an interview in which he blamed ‘the left’ for the rise of the far right, somehow due to its desire for ‘ideological purity’. He also raised again the right of people to offend in the face of political correctness.

Fucking hell, or as you’d probably say: ‘Oh, fuckity fuck and cockwombly silly things.’ The fuckwit’s idea of an intellectual strikes again! The far right are responsible for the far right and there’s basically no such thing as ‘the left’ because it was squashed by fucking smug liberal centrists like you! Still, if you want to compete with John Cleese as Britain’s stupidest ex-comedian, knock yourself out. Just because you’re a grossly overrated tosser who made a career out of saying the word ‘arse’ in a posh voice doesn’t mean we need to listen to every idiotic word you pull out of your own fucking rectum. That offensive enough for you?

Finally, Kelly Cates is among a trio of presenters taking over Gary Lineker’s role as Match Of The Day host. Many took to social media to express relief that Alex Scott did not get the role because that would have been ‘box ticking’.

Yep. Because you were fucking fine when the only boxes that need to be ticked for football presenters, decade in, decade out, were: 1. White. 2. Male. 3. Bland. 4. Cliche-addled. And 5. Just to stress this: definitely white and male. Unfortunately the sort of sewer trolls who come up with comments like ‘box ticking’ about Alex Scott tick the following boxes: 1. White. 2. Male. 3. Virgins. 4. Racists. 5. Scared shitless of women. 6. Wank into a sock in their mum’s basement and expect her to fucking wash it!

A white home counties roadman goes gangsta carol rappin'

FIFTEEN-year-old Active J, known in his detached home as Joshua Hudson, has brought festive cheer to local residents with his mandem crew bustin’ Christmas tunes.

WAGWAN? It is Christmas, fam, an’ school woz makin’ us pupildem take da wasteman mock hexams, innit. But Active J turned dat into a positive by rappin’ for da commoonity as a performance piece for him’s moosic hexam. Da moosic teacher said man could submit it on video. Gassed! Gassed! Gassed!

Cuz Active J an’ mandem crew is righteous for da commoonity, man decided we should do roadman Christmas carols, an’ raise money for charity an’ ting. But, fam, to rap on da street, a crew needs a PA system, innit. So man ‘ad to use him’s nang Christmas present from parentdem to perform da carols. 

Parentdem woz turbo-vexed wiv Active J for hunwrappin’ da PA system, but man told dem it woz for him’s mock hexam. Da crew woz raisin’ money for kids dat would get nuffink for Christmas! Dem’s should stop bein’ selfish an’ get Active J sumfink helse. Chill out, fam! Get real.

A bruv of da mandem crew woz doin’ da filmin’, so we went bustin’ gangsta rap carols big time for da local brand muggles round man’s endz. We did ‘Haway in a Manger, No Bed for a Crib’, ‘Swaggin’ in a North Face Wonderland’ an’ ‘Bring bong! Merrily Man’s High’. We woz on peng fire, fam!

Den we got to a old lady house an’ her gave mandem crew a spicy Christmas drink called Heggnob. It looked like custard soup, fam, an’ tasted da bare rankest ting hever! Drilla ‘ad four cups, wot a dickhead!

Hafter a little while man’s head woz all fuzzy. Active J could not rap da lyrics to ‘Silent Night, Vape Alight’, man forgot all da worddem. Lady G an’ Drilla woz laughin’ like hidiots, bruv. Not safe!

Den as a finale, mandem crew woz doin’ da ‘12 Roadman Days Of Christmas, Innit’. We busted da ‘12 gangstas drum an’ bassin’ lyrics, but den at da ‘nine gyaldem twerkin’ bit Drilla started bein’ bare rank sick all over Active J’s Cole Buxton puffer an’ Lady G’s Air Force. It woz da worst ting hever.

Man ‘ad to give da dickhead a slap, which him’s did not want, so Active J an’ Drilla started throwin’ hands. Lady G woz at ‘5 sovereign rings’ an’ got bare deep beef. Her started poundin’ on man an’ da dickhead, but bruv from mandem crew woz still filmin’ tho, an’ huploaded it to da school moosic site, innit.

Man failed da hexam, cuz da lyrics woz a bit raw an’ we woz a bit pissed. An’ da fightin’ too. But Miss Jackson said her woz himpressed Active J raised £31.70 for da commoonity kids, an’ would ‘ave given man an A for heffort. Dat will be da title of Active J’s first halbum, innit.

A bare merry Christmas to youdem, fam. An’ stay off da rank Heggnob.