I have read many of these reviews and as I do enjoy the odd rant or two I thought I'd add my tuppence worth so as to basically get it off my chest…So we begin…. Get ready to open the door to room 101...
The first thing to go into the room would have to be the constant bombardment of reality tv shows and how every time you turn a page in any newspaper some 'fame seeking' has been is smiling back at me…
I try my hardest to avoid the likes of X Factor, strictly comes dancing, big brother and all the others by not watching the television in the first place… but I find it hard to stay sane when it is pushed into every nook and cranny on every corner of the street…What is all that about..?
I mean, fair enough if you like to watch this stuff then watch it with my blessing, (not that you need my blessing of course)… but why do they have to print every detail in the newspapers… or even on the news… "some one in the big brother house called someone else a name…. a has been has farted in the jungle…Cheryl Cole cries for some reason or another…" the trash is never ending… even the Prime Minister finds time in his busy schedule to have is say, (it's not like he's got nothing better to talk about is it).
Show it on the television and if you have to print it in a paper then pick one newspaper so I can avoid reading trash, and for god sakes crap like this should not be put on the news… there are a lot more important things to think about.
Plus the crap singers that emerge at the end of it make me want to stick a red hot poker down my ear and poke at my drum until it bleeds… (although I do believe Leona Lewis was from one of these shows and I do find her voice to be rather powerfully good).
Supermarket checkout queues … although not all of them of course, just the ones that I seem to end up standing in when I'm out shopping. I always seem to get stuck behind the checkout where the cashier knows the person she is serving, forcing me to stand there whilst they discuss there ailments of the week or what they saw Johnnie doing with some ones wife last Thursday evening… but the ones that really irritate me the most are the shoppers that seem to find it funny to pack there bags with the speed of a snail and then decide to pay… by bloody credit card… staring at me as if I was trying to spy their pin number…(2435 if you're reading this that bloke in Asda last Thursday… watch where the box is pointing instead of watching me mate…he.he)
But when the two are put together, the chatting friends at the till who packs their bags and then decide to pay, whilst still chatting, has my blood boiling to the point of my bags of pasta getting launched across the store and a cursing exit from me….
Christmas…bar humbug… no seriously.
I don't mean Christmas itself, I love Christmas itself as I can spend time with my family and stick two fingers up to my sometimes whiney clients…but the fact that the advertising starts in the middle of July for gods sake… I know when Christmas is and I know how much it's going to cost me so I don't need some vertically challenged bloke off a car show, pushing a trolley to tell me about some deals at a shop where I know I'm going to get stuck behind some dawdling fool at the tills… or a group of has-beens pretending to be having a party and actually enjoying themselves,(no wonder they are has-beens).
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