As tedious toerag twerp Kevin Spacey heads to court in London accused of sexual abuse, Matthew Steeples reminds what a tedious toerag twerp this talented actor yet tainted twazzock truly is
Whilst undoubtedly talented as an actor Kevin Spacey is, he is also someone a strawberry short of an allotment. Capable of maliciously manipulating and mendaciously marauding, this rotten piece of toerag’s trial began this morning at Southwark Crown Court in London and with it comes reminder of what a rotten piece of toerag this tedious twerp truly, actually really truly is.
Somewhat seedy Spacey – someone I’ve only ever thankfully met on one occasion from which I swiftly escaped – is a meddling menace who once attempted to cancel a distinguished and far better than him actor whom I consider a dear friend. He is part of that nasty little group that I term ‘The Club’ that includes the likes of Naomi Campbell, Liz Hurley, The Rt. Hon. The Lord Lebedev of Hampton in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames and of Siberia in the Russian Federation and Janet Street-Porter CBE, but what he should really be better remembered for are his far darker and even more deviant connections.
Snapped partying at the palace whilst playing court fool on a throne with the since jailed noxious nonce Ghislaine Maxwell in 2002, it must be remembered also present that night at the invite of him whom paid £12 million to a woman he claims to have never met Prince Andrew also had some other ‘curious-to-creepy’ sorts present. “Who were these scumbags?” you may ask; those others at ‘Buck House’ included confirmed liar about what ‘blowed’ under a rather famous desk President Bill Clinton and the thankfully croaked lying, Ponzi scheming padeophile Jeffrey Epstein.
When not living-it-large with ratbags of that order, Kevin Spacey has also been known to hang around with a man many call the world’s worst war criminal Tony Blair and he who pays for ‘Walmart Wallis’ and her drip of a husband to fly around by private jet, Sir Elton John and his titleless hubby David ‘Furnitures-less’ Furnish. They all, frankly, deserve one another.
Kevin Spacey, innocent or guilty, faces four weeks in court and, if found guilty at the same court that saw Max Clifford and Rolf Harris sent down, a very lengthy sentence.
The American actor has already whined that his famous face friends dare not speak up in court for fear of being cancelled. I today confirm that the real ‘famous face’ that he dared to try ‘cancel’ himself will definitely be amongst those to quite rightly call this cretinous creep out as the bombastic, brattish bore whom he truly is.
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