Oh Dear, How Sad, Never Mind

Couldn’t happen to a better bloke.

Matt Hancock has called off his search for a celebrity agent as his bid for fame flounders.

The disgraced former health secretary held discussions with showbiz pals on who should represent him as he seeks to cash in on his notoriety.

But now he has abandoned his search for an agent amid signs his star power has already faded.

Mr Hancock got to the final of I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here!, finishing in third place.

But his short-lived telly popularity has not translated into sales of his book on the pandemic, which only shifted a few thousand copies.

My heart bleeds.

Friends of Mr Hancock say he was hoping to follow the path of former Labour MP Ed Balls, who has become a TV personality following his stint on Strictly Come Dancing.

For all his faults – and they are legion – even Balls wasn’t as dire as Hancock.

But even his allies now admit it is looking “unlikely” the former Tory health secretary will ever achieve national treasure status.

Now that’s optimistic to the point of delusion.

He has suggested he could become a host of documentaries on subjects including dyslexia and assisted dying.

If he was going to offer a personal demonstration, I might have watched.

This obnoxious, useless piece of shit has had a rude awakening. He has nothing to offer, was an appalling politician – indeed, he stood out as especially awful, among probably the worst parliament we’ve ever had – and the complete lack of observable talent has come to bite him good and hard. Now, perhaps, he will just fuck off and leave us alone.

9 Comments

  1. It is interesting the lengths that some people will go to in order to avoid having to get a real job.

  2. I, for one, am quite happy to never hear of him again. Although some ‘celebrities’ manage a second career based purely on ‘name recognition’ the ‘name’ has to be recognised for something pleasant.

  3. I believe Hancock has potential as an entertainer. The entertainment element being watching the scumbag fight for breath as he swings by the neck from a gallows, without the luxury of a drop. Tomatoes would be on sale for the public to throw, still in the tin.

    Our hate for you we can’t express
    All our lives you do depress
    For Hancock, you make us sick
    There’s higher forms of life in an oil slick

    Your head, it seems is made of tin
    And how we’d love to kick it in
    And stamp your face into the ground
    And watch your eyes roll round and round

    And when they popped out of your head
    We would know that you were dead
    And we’d bury you in an unmarked plot
    And leave you there, to eternally rot

    Yours,
    The British Public

  4. Maybe Meagain and the Ginger Cracker need a butler.
    They could join hands as their careers spin down the gurgler.

  5. I think he will regret going on I am a celebrity. If he is unemployed after the next election then he could easily lose more money than he gained.

  6. “If he is unemployed after the next election”

    Even if he wasn’t standing down, the so-called “Conservative” party are going to be obliterated in 2 years time. And I don’t say that as a gloating Liebor supporter, but as one of millions who despair of ever having a decent party to vote for…

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