a reply to: tadaman
People spitting in the street.
People having a conversation in public, that ought to be conducted in private and having that conversation at such volume that one cannot avoid being
party to it.
Drunken filth rutting in a bush after an evening at a nightclub.
Conservative policy, politicians, activists, and thought processes.
People who crap on the honour of my ancestors by using the flag of my nation as their banner, while exemplifying everything my forefathers fought to
protect us from.
Private contractors to government. All of them.
British people who hate rain. Get the hell used to it, weaklings. This is not Florida. This is BRITAIN! *kicks whining weather dodger down a hole*
The fact that we have had pathetic winters for four years in a row.
The existence of Donald Trump.
The existence of David Cameron and anyone who thinks like he does, about anything.
Being a managing director, but being even more skint than I was previously.
The fact that we are not yet colonising near space and have not yet developed interstellar space travel of even the most rudimentary type, nor the
propulsion systems necessary to make the concept viable for repeated human use.
The Only Way Is Essex and every show that shares any like elements with that show.
EDM, or any other musical format which does not involve the playing of actual instruments, or the live performance of actual songs, by the person
credited with the royalties for the track in question.
Rap music, in which people who speak street believe they are poets.
"Country Music", of the sort which invariably contains almost nothing to do with being out in the country, and instead revolves around (and around)
the central themes of drinking beers, having casual sex and dancing in such a fashion as to make oneself look like the most utterly pathetic example
of a human being, that it is possible to resemble.
People who are all facade and no substance, spending two hours making themselves look a certain way, but refuse to nourish their minds to the extent
where their neglect causes the the conversation of which they are capable, to be of the calibre one expects from the scum that floats atop a still
I could go on with this for days. Days and days.