Anna Palus, Tennis Fan.

[Last Cunt Standing]

Wimbledon-attending Polish Lawyer suing for defamation. I don’t need to say much more really. I could hate the Cunt on that basis alone. 

Corner regulars will know I usually favour brevity, however I will expand on the nomination in case the story has passed people by. Ms Palus was attending the Men’s final with her mother, was escorted out for being disruptive, and was described by many attendees as being rather over-refreshed. Nick Kyrgios, enfant terrible of Men’s Tennis complained audibly that Ms Palus was calling out mid-play and to paraphrase, “looks like she’s had seven hundred drinks bro”. 

Solution? Does said woman slink away to a remote convent to live a life of abstinence in a hessian smock? Nope, she goes on the offensive, suing the tennis star for defamation, while simultaneously promising all damages awarded will go to charity in a blaze of PR. 

I trust it will be laughed out of court, with substantial costs awarded against her, should she decide to take such frivolous shit to the bench. A good old disbarring might be in order too, while we are at it. 

First Wagatha Christie, now this crock of shit. Is the bar for litigation now so low in London that Rylan might be the next Master of the Rolls?

https://www.news.com.au/sport/tennis/tennis-fan-that-nick-kyrgios-accused-of-having-700-drinks-during-wimbledon-fan-sues-for-defamation/news-story/af1bae04625a3a3f6c8c4f0f1c9d4378

[Roadkill]

To be fair, I don't really blame her for getting pissed - it is fucking tennis after all - how else are you supposed to enjoy it?

[Last Cunt Standing]

8 minutes ago, Roadkill said:

To be fair, I don't really blame her for getting pissed - it is fucking tennis after all - how else are you supposed to enjoy it?

I agree, getting pissed isn’t a crime in any setting short of driving passengers or Captaining a submarine. But suing because someone found you off putting and called you pissed? The Bigg Market of a Friday night should open a Legal Aid centre PDQ. 

[Roadkill]

Just now, Last Cunt Standing said:

I agree, getting pissed isn’t a crime in any setting short of driving passengers or Captaining a submarine. But suing because someone found you off putting? The Bigg Market of a Friday night should open a Legal Aid centre PDQ. 

Bunch of tennis poofs, aren't they? Clutching their petticoats at the disgraceful display and having a go because someone revealed the fact that literally being pissed off your face in a gutter and shouting racial slurs at pigeons would be more interesting than the activity they've conned a bunch of cunts into paying money to spectate.

Fuck 'em and their snide comments and hit them back in the only way they understand - right in the money.

[Decimus]

Fucking Hell, I've been kicked out of more venues than The Judge has had gefilte fish dinners. If I lawyered up after every time I vomited over a barmaid, I'd be in the poor house. 

Dick the butcher was right.

[Wolfie]

1 hour ago, Last Cunt Standing said:

I agree, getting pissed isn’t a crime in any setting short of driving passengers or Captaining a submarine. But suing because someone found you off putting and called you pissed? The Bigg Market of a Friday night should open a Legal Aid centre PDQ. 

Tsk. In adjectival form, this should be hyphenated.

The last time you attempted to put the boot in with me, I tore you another sphincteral opening based on your supercilious nature as a former GP – a fact you weren't shy to disclose to the Corner as a newbie. I can hold undetermined disgruntlement, as some others well know. So if you really want to continue playing the grammar game, you'll need the necessary attention to detail and staying power. Carry on like you have been and you'd better ensure each and every fucking punctuation mark is grammatically perfect, with no errors.

Either back off, or we continue much the same. It's up to you 'Doc'.

Shit, boring nom btw.

[Last Cunt Standing]

1 hour ago, Wolfie said:

Tsk. In adjectival form, this should be hyphenated.

The last time you attempted to put the boot in with me, I tore you another sphincteral opening based on your supercilious nature as a former GP – a fact you weren't shy to disclose to the Corner as a newbie. I can hold undetermined disgruntlement, as some others well know. So if you really want to continue playing the grammar game, you'll need the necessary attention to detail and staying power. Carry on like you have been and you'd better ensure each and every fucking punctuation mark is grammatically perfect, with no errors.

Either back off, or we continue much the same. It's up to you 'Doc'.

Shit, boring nom btw.

Fucking Jesus. My recollection of the last time I “put the boot in”, (a delightful phrase for a man of letters, incidentally) is rather different. I don’t remember you tearing anything. I seem to recall after months of ignoring your baiting, I called you out for endless and unnecessarily pedantic grammar-based sledging, in a seemingly desperate attempt to cast yourself as the Corner’s Susie Dent. I briefly adopted similar tactics in an act of obvious mockery, hoping to shake you from your reverie. Others have cast themselves in the role of in-house savant but do so with more grace and aplomb than you ever seem capable of. There is an edge to your ugly pettiness, a vindictive streak that is as devoid of charm as you are of wit. It’s pathetic, and reeks of little man syndrome. 

Determined to continue posting in the manner I labelled as resembling a Poundshop Frank Muir, you went on to conduct a two-day argument about the definition of the word sphincter, before oozing yourself out of a self-imposed linguistic cul-de-sac by first denying the existence of several key bits of human anatomy with some tortuous logic about the word sphincter having only one common meaning, while simultaneously arguing it could mean whatever the reader interpreted it to mean. It was bollocks.

You are the only Corner member who continually references the profession I retired from more than three years ago, seemingly urging collective and continued disbelief to an audience which has I suspect long since decided they don’t give a shit. It’s been some considerable time since I posted anything related to my former line of work, so the reasonable observer might well wonder what it is that makes you so keen to perpetuate angst in my direction five years since I joined the site. Whether it is based on some perceived injustice born of the indifference shown to you by a real-world health professional perhaps bored senseless by your fungal nail infection, or just a lingering sense of inadequacy which claws at you as you plug in the Flymo, it matters not. You’re playing to an audience of one. Neither I, nor anyone else by now gives the tiniest shit what you believe to be true. If you live in hope that if you continue this role as Grand Inquisitor then one day in a fit of pique I will crack and post you my now deleted GMC number, I have a bridge to sell you. There was a time when my stated geography was also inexplicably in your crosshairs too, as I recall. You’ve gone rather quiet on that front. 

I have tried many ways to engage with you over the years. I have ignored you despite implied cowardice and repeated baiting. I have tried to persuade you your role should evolve if you hope to keep pace with your peers. I have even tried to engage you in an Open Corner area where you smoked the peace pipe before childishly spitting in my face in the space of 24 hours. 

Clearly, with this latest powder puff of shitty insult, Grammarly-infused hyperbole and ugly self-aggrandisement, you are determined to yield nothing and offer no hope of even nodding terms. I’m not sure what I need to “back off” from, but if you mean engaging with you, then I agree enthusiastically. So, one last time before I recommence my policy of ignoring your shit, please fuck off, you are boring the arse off me. 

Get your red pen out then, Cunt. See if you can spot the errors herein while you masturbate with your free hand. I’ll wait. 

[Wolfie]

7 minutes ago, Last Cunt Standing said:

Fucking Jesus. My recollection of the last time I “put the boot in”, (a delightful phrase for a man of letters, incidentally) is rather different. I don’t remember you tearing anything. I seem to recall after months of ignoring your baiting, I called you out for endless and unnecessarily pedantic grammar-based sledging, in a seemingly desperate attempt to cast yourself as the Corner’s Susie Dent. I briefly adopted similar tactics in an act of obvious mockery, hoping to shake you from your reverie. Others have cast themselves in the role of in-house savant but do so with more grace and aplomb than you ever seem capable of. There is an edge to your ugly pettiness, a vindictive streak that is as devoid of charm as you are of wit. It’s pathetic, and reeks of little man syndrome. 

Determined to continue posting in the manner I labelled as resembling a Poundshop Frank Muir, you went on to conduct a two-day argument about the definition of the word sphincter, before oozing yourself out of a self-imposed linguistic cul-de-sac by first denying the existence of several key bits of human anatomy with some tortuous logic about the word sphincter having only one common meaning, while simultaneously arguing it could mean whatever the reader interpreted it to mean. It was bollocks.

You are the only Corner member who continually references the profession I retired from more than three years ago, seemingly urging collective and continued disbelief to an audience which has I suspect long since decided they don’t give a shit. It’s been some considerable time since I posted anything related to my former line of work, so the reasonable observer might well wonder what it is that makes you so keen to perpetuate angst in my direction five years since I joined the site. Whether it is based on some perceived injustice born of the indifference shown to you by a real-world health professional perhaps bored senseless by your fungal nail infection, or just a lingering sense of inadequacy which claws at you as you plug in the Flymo, it matters not. You’re playing to an audience of one. Neither I, nor anyone else by now gives the tiniest shit what you believe to be true. If you live in hope that if you continue this role as Grand Inquisitor then one day in a fit of pique I will crack and post you my now deleted GMC number, I have a bridge to sell you. There was a time when my stated geography was also inexplicably in your crosshairs too, as I recall. You’ve gone rather quiet on that front. 

I have tried many ways to engage with you over the years. I have ignored you despite implied cowardice and repeated baiting. I have tried to persuade you your role should evolve if you hope to keep pace with your peers. I have even tried to engage you in an Open Corner area where you smoked the peace pipe before childishly spitting in my face in the space of 24 hours. 

Clearly, with this latest powder puff of shitty insult, Grammarly-infused hyperbole and ugly self-aggrandisement, you are determined to yield nothing and offer no hope of even nodding terms. I’m not sure what I need to “back off” from, but if you mean engaging with you, then I agree enthusiastically. So, one last time before I recommence my policy of ignoring your shit, please fuck off, you are boring the arse off me. 

Get your red pen out then, Cunt. See if you can spot the errors herein while you masturbate with your free hand. I’ll wait. 

Tl; dr.

[camberwell gypsy]

3 hours ago, Roadkill said:

To be fair, I don't really blame her for getting pissed - it is fucking tennis after all - how else are you supposed to enjoy it?

A sport which requires a spectator to look left and right (up and down if you're at either end) wouldn't give me much joy. A neck ache maybe 

[Frank]

1 hour ago, Last Cunt Standing said:

Fucking Jesus. My recollection of the last time I “put the boot in”, (a delightful phrase for a man of letters, incidentally) is rather different. I don’t remember you tearing anything. I seem to recall after months of ignoring your baiting, I called you out for endless and unnecessarily pedantic grammar-based sledging, in a seemingly desperate attempt to cast yourself as the Corner’s Susie Dent. I briefly adopted similar tactics in an act of obvious mockery, hoping to shake you from your reverie. Others have cast themselves in the role of in-house savant but do so with more grace and aplomb than you ever seem capable of. There is an edge to your ugly pettiness, a vindictive streak that is as devoid of charm as you are of wit. It’s pathetic, and reeks of little man syndrome. 

Determined to continue posting in the manner I labelled as resembling a Poundshop Frank Muir, you went on to conduct a two-day argument about the definition of the word sphincter, before oozing yourself out of a self-imposed linguistic cul-de-sac by first denying the existence of several key bits of human anatomy with some tortuous logic about the word sphincter having only one common meaning, while simultaneously arguing it could mean whatever the reader interpreted it to mean. It was bollocks.

You are the only Corner member who continually references the profession I retired from more than three years ago, seemingly urging collective and continued disbelief to an audience which has I suspect long since decided they don’t give a shit. It’s been some considerable time since I posted anything related to my former line of work, so the reasonable observer might well wonder what it is that makes you so keen to perpetuate angst in my direction five years since I joined the site. Whether it is based on some perceived injustice born of the indifference shown to you by a real-world health professional perhaps bored senseless by your fungal nail infection, or just a lingering sense of inadequacy which claws at you as you plug in the Flymo, it matters not. You’re playing to an audience of one. Neither I, nor anyone else by now gives the tiniest shit what you believe to be true. If you live in hope that if you continue this role as Grand Inquisitor then one day in a fit of pique I will crack and post you my now deleted GMC number, I have a bridge to sell you. There was a time when my stated geography was also inexplicably in your crosshairs too, as I recall. You’ve gone rather quiet on that front. 

I have tried many ways to engage with you over the years. I have ignored you despite implied cowardice and repeated baiting. I have tried to persuade you your role should evolve if you hope to keep pace with your peers. I have even tried to engage you in an Open Corner area where you smoked the peace pipe before childishly spitting in my face in the space of 24 hours. 

Clearly, with this latest powder puff of shitty insult, Grammarly-infused hyperbole and ugly self-aggrandisement, you are determined to yield nothing and offer no hope of even nodding terms. I’m not sure what I need to “back off” from, but if you mean engaging with you, then I agree enthusiastically. So, one last time before I recommence my policy of ignoring your shit, please fuck off, you are boring the arse off me. 

Get your red pen out then, Cunt. See if you can spot the errors herein while you masturbate with your free hand. I’ll wait. 

He doesn't deserve the attention, however, it really is beautiful. It might appear a little candid, but I'd really like to suck your dick.

[Neil]

1 hour ago, camberwell gypsy said:

A sport which requires a spectator to look left and right (up and down if you're at either end) wouldn't give me much joy. A neck ache maybe 

She had to pay £150 quid for her ticket too, what a fucking racquet!

[King Billy]

6 hours ago, Last Cunt Standing said:

Wimbledon-attending Polish Lawyer suing for defamation. I don’t need to say much more really. I could hate the Cunt on that basis alone. 

Corner regulars will know I usually favour brevity, however I will expand on the nomination in case the story has passed people by. Ms Palus was attending the Men’s final with her mother, was escorted out for being disruptive, and was described by many attendees as being rather over-refreshed. Nick Kyrgios, enfant terrible of Men’s Tennis complained audibly that Ms Palus was calling out mid-play and to paraphrase, “looks like she’s had seven hundred drinks bro”. 

Solution? Does said woman slink away to a remote convent to live a life of abstinence in a hessian smock? Nope, she goes on the offensive, suing the tennis star for defamation, while simultaneously promising all damages awarded will go to charity in a blaze of PR. 

I trust it will be laughed out of court, with substantial costs awarded against her, should she decide to take such frivolous shit to the bench. A good old disbarring might be in order too, while we are at it. 

First Wagatha Christie, now this crock of shit. Is the bar for litigation now so low in London that Rylan might be the next Master of the Rolls?

https://www.news.com.au/sport/tennis/tennis-fan-that-nick-kyrgios-accused-of-having-700-drinks-during-wimbledon-fan-sues-for-defamation/news-story/af1bae04625a3a3f6c8c4f0f1c9d4378

“Nostravia!! 🍾”

[Miles]

6 hours ago, Roadkill said:

To be fair, I don't really blame her for getting pissed - it is fucking tennis after all - how else are you supposed to enjoy it?

One of my late sisters was a dedicated tennis (and Cliff Richards 😑) fan.

[King Billy]

50 minutes ago, Neil said:

She had to pay £150 quid for her ticket too, what a fucking racquet!

She could have bought a nice house in Krakov, a Polski Fiat convertible and still had £100 left to spend on a lifetimes supply of borscht.

[Miles]

3 hours ago, Last Cunt Standing said:

Fucking Jesus. My recollection of the last time I “put the boot in”, (a delightful phrase for a man of letters, incidentally) is rather different. I don’t remember you tearing anything. I seem to recall after months of ignoring your baiting, I called you out for endless and unnecessarily pedantic grammar-based sledging, in a seemingly desperate attempt to cast yourself as the Corner’s Susie Dent. I briefly adopted similar tactics in an act of obvious mockery, hoping to shake you from your reverie. Others have cast themselves in the role of in-house savant but do so with more grace and aplomb than you ever seem capable of. There is an edge to your ugly pettiness, a vindictive streak that is as devoid of charm as you are of wit. It’s pathetic, and reeks of little man syndrome. 

Determined to continue posting in the manner I labelled as resembling a Poundshop Frank Muir, you went on to conduct a two-day argument about the definition of the word sphincter, before oozing yourself out of a self-imposed linguistic cul-de-sac by first denying the existence of several key bits of human anatomy with some tortuous logic about the word sphincter having only one common meaning, while simultaneously arguing it could mean whatever the reader interpreted it to mean. It was bollocks.

You are the only Corner member who continually references the profession I retired from more than three years ago, seemingly urging collective and continued disbelief to an audience which has I suspect long since decided they don’t give a shit. It’s been some considerable time since I posted anything related to my former line of work, so the reasonable observer might well wonder what it is that makes you so keen to perpetuate angst in my direction five years since I joined the site. Whether it is based on some perceived injustice born of the indifference shown to you by a real-world health professional perhaps bored senseless by your fungal nail infection, or just a lingering sense of inadequacy which claws at you as you plug in the Flymo, it matters not. You’re playing to an audience of one. Neither I, nor anyone else by now gives the tiniest shit what you believe to be true. If you live in hope that if you continue this role as Grand Inquisitor then one day in a fit of pique I will crack and post you my now deleted GMC number, I have a bridge to sell you. There was a time when my stated geography was also inexplicably in your crosshairs too, as I recall. You’ve gone rather quiet on that front. 

I have tried many ways to engage with you over the years. I have ignored you despite implied cowardice and repeated baiting. I have tried to persuade you your role should evolve if you hope to keep pace with your peers. I have even tried to engage you in an Open Corner area where you smoked the peace pipe before childishly spitting in my face in the space of 24 hours. 

Clearly, with this latest powder puff of shitty insult, Grammarly-infused hyperbole and ugly self-aggrandisement, you are determined to yield nothing and offer no hope of even nodding terms. I’m not sure what I need to “back off” from, but if you mean engaging with you, then I agree enthusiastically. So, one last time before I recommence my policy of ignoring your shit, please fuck off, you are boring the arse off me. 

Get your red pen out then, Cunt. See if you can spot the errors herein while you masturbate with your free hand. I’ll wait. 

Wolfie is a sort of Quentin Crisp of the site in an old queen kind of way.

[Decimus]

8 minutes ago, Penelope Alive said:

One of my late sisters was a dedicated tennis (and Cliff Richards 😑) fan.

Don't start on the old dead sister arc again, Pen. Most people have probably forgotten your disgusting, self-pitying lies, but I haven't.

Tread very fucking carefully.

 

[Eddie]

3 hours ago, Last Cunt Standing said:

Fucking Jesus. My recollection of the last time I “put the boot in”, (a delightful phrase for a man of letters, incidentally) is rather different. I don’t remember you tearing anything. I seem to recall after months of ignoring your baiting, I called you out for endless and unnecessarily pedantic grammar-based sledging, in a seemingly desperate attempt to cast yourself as the Corner’s Susie Dent. I briefly adopted similar tactics in an act of obvious mockery, hoping to shake you from your reverie. Others have cast themselves in the role of in-house savant but do so with more grace and aplomb than you ever seem capable of. There is an edge to your ugly pettiness, a vindictive streak that is as devoid of charm as you are of wit. It’s pathetic, and reeks of little man syndrome. 

Determined to continue posting in the manner I labelled as resembling a Poundshop Frank Muir, you went on to conduct a two-day argument about the definition of the word sphincter, before oozing yourself out of a self-imposed linguistic cul-de-sac by first denying the existence of several key bits of human anatomy with some tortuous logic about the word sphincter having only one common meaning, while simultaneously arguing it could mean whatever the reader interpreted it to mean. It was bollocks.

You are the only Corner member who continually references the profession I retired from more than three years ago, seemingly urging collective and continued disbelief to an audience which has I suspect long since decided they don’t give a shit. It’s been some considerable time since I posted anything related to my former line of work, so the reasonable observer might well wonder what it is that makes you so keen to perpetuate angst in my direction five years since I joined the site. Whether it is based on some perceived injustice born of the indifference shown to you by a real-world health professional perhaps bored senseless by your fungal nail infection, or just a lingering sense of inadequacy which claws at you as you plug in the Flymo, it matters not. You’re playing to an audience of one. Neither I, nor anyone else by now gives the tiniest shit what you believe to be true. If you live in hope that if you continue this role as Grand Inquisitor then one day in a fit of pique I will crack and post you my now deleted GMC number, I have a bridge to sell you. There was a time when my stated geography was also inexplicably in your crosshairs too, as I recall. You’ve gone rather quiet on that front. 

I have tried many ways to engage with you over the years. I have ignored you despite implied cowardice and repeated baiting. I have tried to persuade you your role should evolve if you hope to keep pace with your peers. I have even tried to engage you in an Open Corner area where you smoked the peace pipe before childishly spitting in my face in the space of 24 hours. 

Clearly, with this latest powder puff of shitty insult, Grammarly-infused hyperbole and ugly self-aggrandisement, you are determined to yield nothing and offer no hope of even nodding terms. I’m not sure what I need to “back off” from, but if you mean engaging with you, then I agree enthusiastically. So, one last time before I recommence my policy of ignoring your shit, please fuck off, you are boring the arse off me. 

Get your red pen out then, Cunt. See if you can spot the errors herein while you masturbate with your free hand. I’ll wait. 

Fuck me you’re boring nursie. 

[Old Chap Raasclaat]

37 minutes ago, King Billy said:

She could have bought a nice house in Krakov, a Polski Fiat convertible and still had £100 left to spend on a lifetimes supply of borscht.

KB, I'm off to Krakow soon... Decent beer, quality Wodka and I've heard the curry goat and rice and peas is to die for. 

[King Billy]

43 minutes ago, Penelope Alive said:

One of my late sisters was a dedicated tennis (and Cliff Richards 😑) fan.

She would have been a lot more interesting than you if she’d  actually existed, you fucking big dicked dose of diazepam David Carradinesque freak.

[Miles]

33 minutes ago, Decimus said:

Don't start on the old dead sister arc again, Pen. Most people have probably forgotten your disgusting, self-pitying lies, but I haven't.

Tread very fucking carefully.

 

She was a believer in holistic medicine the main reason she why refused to go to a real doctor until it was too late. I had a row yesterday with one of these shitbags who was advertising her services and magic pills as a cure all. One of my fuckwit neighbours gave her £90 for a bottle of pomegranate pills.

[King Billy]

11 minutes ago, Old Chap Raasclaat said:

KB, I'm off to Krakow soon... Decent beer, quality Wodka and I've heard the curry goat and rice and peas is to die for. 

‘piekna kobieta’

[Wolfie]

1 hour ago, Penelope Alive said:

Wolfie is a sort of Quentin Crisp of the site in an old queen kind of way.

What a paradox you seem to have created, especially as Quentin Crisp was a tranny. I'm not surprised you haven't thought this through, satsuma brain.

[camberwell gypsy]

2 hours ago, Neil said:

She had to pay £150 quid for her ticket too, what a fucking racquet!

Highly strung by the sound of it 

[King Billy]

3 hours ago, Frank said:

I'd really like to suck your dick.

You’re the best on here (while Punkape is away)

[Last Cunt Standing]

3 hours ago, Penelope Alive said:

Wolfie is a sort of Quentin Crisp of the site in an old queen kind of way.

Sting wrote Englishman in New York after watching a documentary on Crisp, who complained of feeling “rather alien” among his fellow New Yorkers. Regrettably this is where your comparison breaks down. Lawnmower man will be forever indulged by his peers, sadly.