Retirement can be both a bane and a boon. In many ways I'm enjoying not having to deal with the toxic fuckery that is Doctor Who fandom and concentrating on both my physical and mental health as well as more befitting pursuits such as golf or tiddlywinks. So imagine my exasperated ire when I get a text this morning, whilst on the throne flicking through the latest issue of Golf Wanker Monthly, that alerted me to a matter that directly affects me. Just when I think I'm done with this fucked up band of choad crunchers of Doctor Who fandom, I'm dragged straight back into it and it fucking annoys the living shit out of me.
You see, in a fandom that is mired in toxic cuntery, there exist certain cunts that are so heinously toxic, they can only be refered to as being the 'creme de la cunt'. Such is the person I want to rant about today. You see, this wanker, a parasitic shitstain on the arse of Doctor Who fandom, is a former 'curator' of the Doctor Who exhibition, a position he has notoriously used to nefariously fill his boots with costumes and props over the years. This cunt recently displayed a costume at a convention and when asked, claimed to have bought it from me. Here's the costume in question:


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