Get this twat off the telly

James. Corden. So over-rated and pointless I can barely say the name as a part of a sentence for fear of lapsing into a coma.

Yes, this is Quintessential Comedy, the place where we celebrate the best in British Comedy.

But just sometimes the worst gets a mention.

Mong and Bint is fucking shit. Fact. Not only that but its various established stars should give back the money they were paid for appearing in it, and the BBC should give the budget to Children in Need. It’s charmless, pointless, fake, dull, cliched, hackneyed, dreary and not funny.

But then… the fat bastard that writes it gets to host Big Brother’s Big Mouth or whatever it’s called this year with his camp friend from Gavin and Stacey and The Catherine Tate Show, and the pair of wankers sit miming various activities through links.

Well fuck me aren’t you funny?

Not.

So it gets worse. The Fat One was apparently in Hollyoaks for a short time back in the day, and it seems the producers of that series spotted what a King Cnut he is and didn’t bother letting him back in.

“I’d actually rather die than go back,” Corden reminisces. “It’s f****** awful.”

“I can’t tell you the sheer disdain I have for the place and the people,” he tells Esquire. “I met a couple of really good friends there, but it’s [only] 20 per cent nice people. It just breeds p****s – all these people walking around with this chicken-in-a-basket fame, talking about going to LA, you know?”

Would someone from Chester call his agent?