Probably The most accurate statement in the world.

Erm, explain?

I don't remember actually reading anything by him, which for a writer isn't very useful. That makes him massive but useless.

I am referring to this:

Gill admitted he had no good reason for killing the animal. "I know perfectly well there is absolutely no excuse for this," he wrote. "There is no mitigation. Baboon isn't good to eat, unless you're a leopard. The feeble argument of culling and control is much the same as for foxes: a veil for naughty fun. I wanted to get a sense of what it might be like to kill someone, a stranger. You see it in all those films: guns and bodies, barely a close-up of reflection or doubt. What does it really feel like to shoot someone, or someone's close relative?"

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/26/aa-gill-shot-baboon

To be fair I always thought he was a cunt and have done so since I saw him on some show with that other cunt Jeremy Clarkson. This is just another layer of cuntishness.

What next, I wondered what it would be like to be a nonce so I went with my good friend Paul Gadd on a Beano to Bangkok?

I mean, a veil for naughty fun? Every cunt I have ever known - and I have known a good few- have justified every nasty, childish maleficent thing they ever did from vandalizing someone's car to beating someone black and blue with the words "well it was a bit of a laugh, eh".

The one redeeming quality they did have was that they never crawled far enough out of the gutter they indolently idled in to benefit from their disgusting antics.

And you know what? A lot of this class prejudice. I make not a single ounce of an apology for being disgusted by some arrogant toff ponce jetting off to exotic parts and being paid for sharing his thoughts on killing something for a giggle.

If that ain't enough, this is not what it feels like to kill someone. You want that feeling? Well you get that by actually killing someone. Try Jeremy Clarkson. Put a gun in his hand, take ten paces and see who comes out on top. You mug.

Now of course you wouldn't and shouldn't do that. You know instinctively that killing people out of curiosity (or for being cunts) is a hobby for sociopaths. Presumably you're not one. There is where it should have ended. "I wonder what killing people feels like?" "Well I'm not a nutter so I will never know". "I wonder what's for tea".

That is how the scenario should have gone.

Or at best, "I wonder how Baboon tastes?"

Either of these thought processes are fairly non-cunty in outlook and would have represented a great leap forward in non-cuntist thinking, psychologically, like.

If people want to start quoting Thatcher at me and say it's class envy or I'm a bleeding heart over animals, well get on with it. But you'll mistaking me for someone who gives a toss. I know that worse things happen under the sun. Mugabe probably does worse things before breakfast than Gill will do in a lifetime. It's not like I think that Gill should be tarred and feathered.


I just think he's a cunt. And should I bump into him on the street I'll tell him so.

Of course if it turns out that this was just a big thought argument and that the Baboon is alive and well, well like I said, I thought he was a cunt anyway.

You just can't win with me. I'm that much of a bastard.