Bansturbator BBC bollockhead bans ‘offensive’ Christmas song ‘Fairytale of New York’

Kirsty McColl & Shane McGowan perform with The Pogues
and if you feel triggered by the lyrics yo can pogue mo thoin (pron: pogue mahone trans: kiss my arse) picture via Wikimedia commons

How dare they? How fucking dare they? The self – righteous snowflakes at Radio Solent, one of the BBC local radio stations that nobody listens to, have banned the best Chistmas song ever, well let’s be brutally honest – the only really good Christmas song ever.

Paskudnyak presenter Alex Dyke caused consternation online by tweeting that he will not longer play the world’s greates Christmas song Christmas song, by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl again, because the lyrics make him feel uncomfortable.

The song includes frontman Shane MacGowan calling his duet partnerr Kirsty MacColl an “old slut on junk,” and her retorting that he’s a “cheap, lousy faggot.” In a since-deleted tweet, BBC Radio Solent’s Alex Dyke, probably Britain’s oldest snowflake, branded the lyrics as “an offensive pile of downmarket chav bilge.”

The song has become synonymous with Christmas and a welcome relief from all those schmatltzy, cloying ditties about snow and stars and babies born in cowsheds (as if, at the first whisper of a woman giving birth in a cow shed, social services would have had baby Jesus away into a care home in two shakes of a lambs tail. It has made the charts every year in the UK  since its release in 1987, but the 57-year-old DJ called time on it because he doesn’t feel “comfortable” playing it.

I predict he will not feel comfortable not playing it either, it must be imposible for anyone to feel comfortable when his head is that far up hos own arse.

The censoring of the song has provoked outrage on social media with some accusing the BBC of “woke PC nonsense,” and asking“Is there anything the Snowflakes won’t ban?” Others acknowledged that the language used was offensive, but that it was “a twisted love song and they are only referring to each other.”

So come on everybody, join in and let a few million voices sining in unison remind Mr. Dyke of what a modern Christmas is all about.

A Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won’t see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the nypd choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

You’re a bum you’re a punk
You’re an old s*** on junk
Half dead on the bed with a drip in your arm
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse I pray god it’s our last.

And the boys of the nypd choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it out alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the nypd choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.

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