The initial inspiration for the book was an elder white gentleman

sat opposite on a tube train on the London Underground. He was

reading a broadsheet and had incredibly shiny shoes.

I thought, "I bet this man is a bit of a cunt" .

 

He looked up from his paper to see that a shabby looking man of a different ethnic origin to himself was stood in front of him on the packed train. The elder white gentleman physically recoiled and sneered

at this man, who was doing absolutely nothing to

offend him, numerous times throughout the journey.

I thought, "I was right, what a cunt. He's a commuticunt".

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From that point onwards, my daily toing and froing became an internal mission to identify as many different breeds of cunt as possible, and it quickly became clear they were a scourge upon modern society. 

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The 'Sir David Cuntborough' pseudonym is an ode to the man who is mine, and humanity's, ultimate inspiration and guiding light.