The irredeemable cunt
I went to a concert on Saturday and I was sat next to a grumpy-looking chap, about my age, with ginger hair and sideburns, who was reading the very hefty “The Origin of the Species” at quiet moments, who stoically refused to applaud - even for an excellent performance of Chopin’s piano concerto #1. He stumbled upon me at the interval as I was gulping down my two glasses of wine, and scowled - the irredeemable cunt!
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Orang-utan? Actually, no; they're not grumpy and they're well known for their fulsome appreciation of the arts ...
So, yeah, irredeemable cunt he is then.