No particular reason. Just feel like getting it off my chest.
I hate speed humps. They jar my joints, shake me up and give me the hump.
I hate models who stand there pigeon toed, look as if they have ten ice cubes in their mouth and wear sheer, frilly clothes with army boots.
I hate people who say 'Sign this for me please' when I am doing it for myself, not them.
I hate advertisements which scream 'Only £99.99' or '£9999.99', when the article is actually overpriced.
I hate that ubiquitous voice which says "Your call is important to us".
And I hate having to turn on the heating on May 27.
That's enough for the moment.
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