Getting your goat
Can I just apologise for the length of this post? I do generally abide by the rule that after a couple of paragraphs your readers get bored and wander off, but I got well into this one. Right, so I got tagged ages ago by the lubly Grandad, and totally forgot about it. Sorry Grand-père, I’ll get right to it. I like this one because it’s a grumpy one and it kind of suits my general outlook on life at the moment (yes, I know, I know. I’m bloody trying). And, let’s face it, there’s nothing like a bit of irrational hatred to start the day with a bang.
Brace yourself, then:
- List two things that irritate you for a reason (and list the reason!), and two things that irritate you for no apparent reason whatsoever!!
- Give credit to the person who tagged you.
- Link your answers to the original blog, that’s here
- Tag four new people to participate.
Right, firstly two things that irritate me for a reason:
My O2 3G Broadband
And why? Because it HATES me. I seem to have been blessed with the narkiest, most hormonal internerd connection in christendom. It lurks about waiting for the optimum moment to conk out so that it can do as much damage as possible and REALLY piss me off. For example, Isitjustme told me on the blower last night (I know! We chat!) that she’d dedicated a little song to me. Would O2 let me log on and have a look? Would it buggery. Other times it’ll wait until I’ve just replied to loads of comments or typed a really long, complicated post and clicked ‘publish’ before deciding to go and put its feet up or pop to the shops. Leaving me staring at ‘Internet Explorer Could Not Display This Webpage’. Grrrrrr.
Yappers
Okay, so I’m probably going to alienate some of my dwarf-canine loving readership here, but I just don’t get little yappy dogs. I mean, why?! Pointless, vacuous people like Paris Hilton walk around with them in their handbags (don’t they poo in there?) and that in itself should be reason enough, but come on. Dogs, by their very nature, are Man’s Best Friend. They’re built for walking, barking, running, chasing things, fetching things (on our evening walk last night, Bert snuffled in the hedge and brought me a very cross hedgehog as a present – how thoughtful) and generally being a big, scary protector-of-humanity. I’m sorry, but something that is roughly 6″ tall that you could kill if you accidentally sat on is not going to be much help in a robbery, or if you got mugged. Okay, for truthfulness I have to say here that Bert wouldn’t be much cop at that either, but at least people are scared of him when he tries to kiss them. I give you yappers then, people: pointless furry tossers.
And now two things that annoy me for no apparent reason:
Toddlers
Nope, I don’t know why. I just wasn’t built with an ‘aw, aren’t they cute’ reaction to small children. I’m sure they’re lovely and all that, but I just wanted mine to grow up so they could answer back (oh, how I regret that one), have a chat, share a joke, take themselves to the toilet and not put marmitey toast in the DVD player. Enough said.
Television
Again, not sure why, but I just can’t sit and stare at an enormous (Hubby’s TV is the size of a small European country) black box surrounded by flashing lights and be entertained. Yes, I like the odd cookery programme, or Criminal Minds or something, but frankly, I’d rather read a book. No particular reason – although maybe a low boredom threshold could be to blame. I always find myself losing interest halfway through a film and wandering into the kitchen to make brownies.
And, because I’m a cantankerous, belligerent, throwing-out-the-rulebook kind of a rebel, I’m not going to tag four more people, because I’m far more interested in knowing what you lot find annoying instead. Come on, then. What really, really makes you seethe?
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