Firstly, let me spout off about bins. I put mine, and the four flats next door's bins and recycle bins out every Thursday. I put them at the end of my drive, there isn't a car there, so it's not a problem. But there'e one cheeky f**ker who'll come and take his bin back when it's been emptied and put it back by his door. He won't take his neighbour's bin, which sits right next to his, he'll just leave that on my drive. And he's got a cat that is winding my dog up. Dick.
Davina McCall adverts. How much does that woman dye her hair? It's always the same frigging advert, shot from a different angle. Always on the phone to her mum. "Yes, it'll cover your grey, mum, I tell you every f**king time."
Scabs. I had a cracker on my elbow, and it's just so tempting to pick at. So I stuck a plaster on it, then wrapped it up so I couldn't get to it. Then when I took the plaster off, it had gone all soft and came off in the plaster, so now I have a big hole in my arm that's gonna scar.
Cordless phones. We have 3 handsets, one upstairs, one downstairs, and one in my man-shed. Why does she have to bring the downstairs one upstairs, and leave it next to the upstairs one that is never on the base which is right next to it?
When I ask her to get milk from the shop and she only gets a pint. That she pours on her cereal.
Stats in adverts. Apparently, Sure deoderant is proven at the hottest temperature ever recorded on Earth. Proven how exactly? Proven to prevent you sweating? Proven not to work? Are we supposed to be stupid enough to buy this because the ad says it's be proven to do something or another?
Crap stats too. Like some make up ad, Loreal lip gloss or something, says that 47% of women agree, out of 34 surveyed. It doesn't say what they agree with, and regardless, 47% of 34 isn't the most convincing of numbers. I'll take my chances elsewhere. Not that I wear lip gloss.
People who miss loops when they put on a belt.
One half of my lawn grows quicker than the other, which is infinitely frustrating.
Gordon Ramsay's obvious contact lenses.
But not being able to remember half of the stuff that has annoyed me is possibly the most annoying thing.
Davina McCall adverts. How much does that woman dye her hair? It's always the same frigging advert, shot from a different angle. Always on the phone to her mum. "Yes, it'll cover your grey, mum, I tell you every f**king time."
Scabs. I had a cracker on my elbow, and it's just so tempting to pick at. So I stuck a plaster on it, then wrapped it up so I couldn't get to it. Then when I took the plaster off, it had gone all soft and came off in the plaster, so now I have a big hole in my arm that's gonna scar.
Cordless phones. We have 3 handsets, one upstairs, one downstairs, and one in my man-shed. Why does she have to bring the downstairs one upstairs, and leave it next to the upstairs one that is never on the base which is right next to it?
When I ask her to get milk from the shop and she only gets a pint. That she pours on her cereal.
Stats in adverts. Apparently, Sure deoderant is proven at the hottest temperature ever recorded on Earth. Proven how exactly? Proven to prevent you sweating? Proven not to work? Are we supposed to be stupid enough to buy this because the ad says it's be proven to do something or another?
Crap stats too. Like some make up ad, Loreal lip gloss or something, says that 47% of women agree, out of 34 surveyed. It doesn't say what they agree with, and regardless, 47% of 34 isn't the most convincing of numbers. I'll take my chances elsewhere. Not that I wear lip gloss.
People who miss loops when they put on a belt.
One half of my lawn grows quicker than the other, which is infinitely frustrating.
Gordon Ramsay's obvious contact lenses.
But not being able to remember half of the stuff that has annoyed me is possibly the most annoying thing.
