Fat Chris Moyles' Quiz Night worst shite crap talentless programme ever made!

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Tuesday, 21 April 2009


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Chris Moyles - looking the best he can on his Quiz Night

Bigot Chris Moyles, sixty stones of rancid pork fat in a 35 stone body and a face like Miss Piggy's snatch- has insulted the visual senses of the TV licence payer by dragging his mollusc shaped body out the radio studio on to our screens.

Moyles has the audacity to show his face, and unlike the ugly duckling and the elephant man before him -he is not ashamed of the travesty of a mess he calls his 'boat-race'.

The programme features lard-ass Moyles laughing at his own jokes alongside people that appear to be frightened of him, less he crush them to death with his blubber or worse still show up uninvited at their homes- scaring the kids, servants and the horses.

I need triple seats on the plane, Moyles has a face for radio and a voice for the deaf. What could have possessed TV bosses to crane-lift this fatty butt-sweat onto our screens, logistically it would be easier to return twenty beached whales back to the sea.

And like the beached whale hairy blubber-boy Moyles has no intention of returning to his rightful home, which is away from the public-eye. The sooner the trend for this repulsive behemoth dies down and he exits the media the better.

I sadly watched a clip of this programme and after ten seconds of his fake laugher and poor wit, I would have gladly head-butted the person who gave him- his big break in the media.

On his screen, Moyles manages to look like the 'before shot', of a person who is in desperate need of gastric banding and sounds breathless even after drumming his trotters on the desk. This action is equivalent of running a marathon for an ordinary person - the fatboys' fitness levels are blatantly dire.

I would advise the programme is not watched by the sickly as if you pass away during this dreadful egotistical assortment of tag-nuts and fat man's rectal gas, you wouldn't want it to be the last thing you see.

It is truly the worse piece of crap to be made , even out-rubbishing Russell Brand's Pondscumland and the programme where Keith Chewgin showed his penis because he went barmy after Maggie went bye-bye. If there is an justice in the world, the porker Moyles will end up on a meat platter surrounded by root vegetables as an accompaniment to vintage mead served in Ye Olde English goblets.

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