Gary Bushell is a sad little man who worked on the TV column for Rupert Murdoch's Sun newspaper. For a start, he's a beardy cunt (beardiness was originally one of the categories, but I know too many nice UNIX types to dislike beards any more), and he's always banging on about how clever he is. There've been some anecdotes about his BNP political leanings, and he just gets right on everyone's tits with his faux-laddish constant mocking of homosexuality and second-rater adulation for old school "variety" and the humour of Jim Davidson. A national disgrace.

Bushell recently wrote a crappy novel which he wanted The Sun to serialise and he tok it rather badly when they decided to serialise Richard Littlejohn's book instead. After publicly criticising his editor he was suspended and immediately flounced off to The Star to have his bogroll-worthy drivel serialised there instead.

So, Bushell is a beardy, racist, talentless, derided strop-throwing variety-loving little git of a cunt who is on record as saying "I believe in the same things as most people, that never get discussed in parliament: the death sentence, an banning all immigration, and an end to the ceaseless promotion of poofs and perversions".

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