I’d Imagine getting through to the Hotline these days would be tougher than getting a doctors appointment - a rabid pack of frothing mentally challenged bellends, jamming the lines, hanging on for hours then trying and failing to be witty when they get their slot. The twisted look on their ugly faces as they spout their bile would be horrific to behold. As has been said many times however, half these ‘Bon mots’ are obviously from Record ‘journalists’ too cowardly to put them in their own column, the `Dallas Cowboys being a perfect example.