The Things You Hate The Most...

[Kinoulton]

I always to play down a cold. I carry on with normal life, don't ask for sympathy or time off work or thousands of drugs.

But I can guarantee that within 2 seconds of sneezing, some smart-a**ed whining woman will say "Oh, you've got MAN-FLU have you? I bet it's twice as bad as when a woman gets it."

I've never had flu. I've never claimed to have flu, be it Asian, Swine, Bird or Man.

So why does this man-flu myth get attached to me?

[Rizzo]

Because you're a man!

BBC iPlayer adverts - what good is it when many of the programmes I want to watch on it are not available on iPlayer?!

[Rizzo]

Flying ants!

[Kinoulton]

Flying ants!

They only fly if you flick them across the class room from a 12 inch ruler.

[Kinoulton]

I also feel that google have sold their soul to the devil.

I frequently need to research professional people (nothing creepy, just whatever is already in the public domain) but if they happen to share their name with some two-bit author then I'm stuffed.

I just get pages and pages of companies trying to sell me books.

It's supposed to be a search engine, not Yellow Pages.

[Rizzo]

Binmen who refuse to take a recycling bag because it "falls outside the acceptable weight category". I managed to carry it out to the drive in one hand, are the binmen so weak that they can't lift it with both hands?

[Hull Fan]

Binmen who refuse to take a recycling bag because it "falls outside the acceptable weight category". I managed to carry it out to the drive in one hand, are the binmen so weak that they can't lift it with both hands?

Rizzo, it's bin men in general & the council. It's the same in Hull i've had countless arguments with our bin men about the weight of our bin.
"Its to heavy for the machine to lift"...i've had to drag the *~#* thing from round the back of the house and position in the correct position at the crack of dawn for them. So take my rubbish away!!!!!

OOh thats better

[Kinoulton]

The dear old East Riding Council have issued us each with a matrix of numbers and colours which are meant to tell us on which days the vulture lorry will be around to take our cans / plastic / garden stuff and everyday trash.

If we fed the matrix into the Enigma machine then it might be able to decipher the schedule, because I don't know of a single human that has managed it.

But fortunately the binmen always spot that we haven't put our bins out, give us a big fat toot on the horn, and by the time they come hurtling back up the road, I've got the bins out ready for them.

Good of them really.

[Rizzo]

People who go to the theatre, then sit behind or beside you explaining the plot to each other loudly throughout the show.
People in theatres who do not turn off their mobiles or pagers.
People in theatres who consume sweets, crisps, drinks and ice cream loudly throughout the show - even the quiet emotional bits.
Small children in theatres - having been taken by parents to a totally unsuitable show - who then scream and wail when parents tell them to be quiet and watch - and said parents who do not take said screaming wailing child out when child persists.

[madoqua]

Pretty much like the back corner of the Crumbie!!

[Rizzo]

Pretty much like the back corner of the Crumbie!!

Pretty much, although to date I haven't yet had my hair pulled or been kicked in the back of the neck whilst on the Crumbie...

[DCat]

Seen it on the pitch occasionally...

[Rizzo]

Perhaps next time a brat does this to me in the theatre, I should take a leaf out of Johnno's book and lamp them!

[cornish tigress]

Ooh I know that is very annoying. I have now become old and curmudgeonly enough to turn round after a couple of whacks in the head and say, (as sweetly as I can muster) 'Could you stop your child kicking me please?' It normally works as they whack the brat for me.

[Rosalicious]

Football - I mean, it is effing August - :censored: OFF! For the next ten months it's wall-to-wall coverage in all media of twenty spoilt brat, powder puff cry-babies running up and down a field screaming 'he pulled my jumper' at the hapless ref and trying but persistently failing to outwit the two 'speshul' characters in goal. But only when they are not brawling in a bar, being divorced by some airhead bimbo or crashing six figure supercars all of which take up yet more acres of typeface or airtime. And THEN it's the World Cup - AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!