Right
What really peeves me is being too pissed to type quickly, therefore; having to go to bed even though I had a killer story to tell. Which, more than likely, I'll have forgotten by tomorrow...

Bloody wine.

4'o Clock in the sweary houseold, and Davros is goin to bed...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 3 May 2008, 4:00, 3 replies)

Let's see now...
Emo kids.
Can't stand the fuckers. My reasoning is thus.

Their music is shit (in my humble opinion, yes yes) and they whine and moan about the most inane and senseless things ever. Whats worse, their lives are fucking great compared to some, so they have nothing to complain about. Oh no, your girlfriend/boyfriend (it's hard to tell which is which sometimes, which makes for amusement) dumped you. Big deal, it's not the end of the world, so suck it up and get on with your pathetic life. Also, stop writing god awful 'poetry'. Seriously, its harmful to the eye and puts proper poetry in a bad light. Oh, and mosh properly for fucks sake. If someone falls down, you pick them up. You don't put the boot in for giggles, just because you'd be snapped like a twig in a proper fight anyway. In fact, don't do it at all. Let the rest of us enjoy the bloody gig without your cuntish twattery.

I could go on, but I'm tired.
(Impuritan, Sat 3 May 2008, 3:44, 6 replies)

Where to start
- imbeciles who will insist on parking their trolley directly opposite where I've left mine, making the aisle as awkward as possible for everyone else to navigate. Why not fucking push it a couple of feet further along, you unobservant arsewipe?

- and while I'm on the topic of supermarkets, why is it that the nearest battleaxe always wants to get to the butter / cheese / Sunny D etc. the moment I stop in front of it? I was here first, give me one sodding minute to put something in my trolley and I'll be out of the way, cuntmuffin.

- people who roar up outside someone's front door and beep their horn prolifically. Get out of the car and try knocking / ringing the bell, cockface.

- door-to-door chuggers who take the initial pained expression on my face as their cue to launch into their shpiel with, "don't worry, it's nothing serious". It fucking well will be if you don't sod off.

- middle managers needlessly organising pointless meetings to punctuate their "business lunches" with opportunities to utter the latest buzzwords / acronyms. LET ME GET ON WITH MY WORK AND STOP SPOUTING YOUR BULLSHIT.

- people who start nodding and saying "hmm, yeah" and other positive-sounding guttural responses BEFORE I'VE MADE MY SODDING POINT. You're obviously not paying attention to what I'm saying, therefore I have instantly lost all respect for you as a human being. Get out of my sight, you worthless arse-gargling cockmuncher.

- those who give even the slightest of tosses as to whether the milk goes in first or last when making a cuppa. It all gets mixed in, quit whinging before you're wearing it.

- lack of accountability within government ... how serious does a monumental fuck-up have to be before heads will actually roll? No, this isn't another golden opportunity for you to wheel-out the same old "we will learn from this issue" / "we can't possibly comment until the results of our internal review are completed" bollocks, it's time for you TO GO.

Right, I'm going to let off some steam and kill something.

</rant>
( badg3r :: what are you insinuating, you equity ponce? last considered changing his board sig on, Sat 3 May 2008, 2:33, 1 reply)

Need more Rageahol
As a Learner driver, what is sure to bring out the insanely violent spastic ocelot that is anger is assuredly other drivers. In my brief hours so far of being on the roads, I've encountered:
-Telepathic drivers who presumably think everyone else is able to pick up on their brainwaves so that they don't need to indicate.
-Silver Mercedez that overtake whilst the care ahead is waiting at a T junction, pulling out into fast moving traffic all whilst talking on their mobile phone.
-cars that not only drive on the wrong side of the road, but will accelerate when they get closer to you.
-so many people who have a different speedometer to mine, so that 30 for them corresponds to 60 on mine. I see far too many people pulling away into the distance despite me driving at the limit.

I'm really looking forward to passing my test, just so I can then stop driving.

Also, organised religion, specifically ignorant people in organised religion. If in discussion the reasons as to why one joined such a religious body comes up, at any point should the phrase "Millions of people can't be wrong" be spoken then I may be obliged to offer a dandruff salad with a side order of "fuck you". Following the herd is not a good reason to justify your moral and ethical reasoning, especially when you're part of a relatively small religion like the Church of England. If "Millions of people can't be wrong", then why aren't they all part of the biggest religion in numerical terms? Islam is now bigger than Catholicism, should the pope convert? If the Chinese state enforced their state religion of Atheism on their populace, does that mean the numerists will drop their Jesus worship as 1.3 billion people can't be wrong apparantly? I suppose the totally bollocks statements is what really sets me off, as in they can say stuff like that seriously and it might not get questioned.
Also the whole "believing in something that if actually proved would undermine the whole belief system" and the claims of "we are the one true religion, not them over they who are almost exactly identical except for their different coloured hats, those bastards!" doesn't help calm me down either.
(Brigadier Arthur Charles, Mrs, Sat 3 May 2008, 2:25, Reply)

Right, here's an obscure one.
Video and PC games that people refer to as though they're the first of their kind, when actually they were directly and heavily influenced by a previous game.

Example: "Doom was the first of its kind, the true progenitor of the FPS genre." Fuck you, you cunting spazzbucket! Wolfenstein 3D was the first FPS, and Doom was a near-exact clone apart from the fucking graphical theme! It just happened to be slightly more popular! Not even LOTS more!

Then there's Command & Conquer. Not only did Dune 2 do it first, but it was a Hell of a lot more entertaining, and actually innovative! Even the C&C sequels are just repetitive clones, whereas Dune 2 - and the aforementioned Wolfenstein - were genuinely groundbreaking!

And then we have Prince of Persia. The original game was called "Prince of Persia", and was fucking fantastic. A true marvel of gameplay and design, with animation that looked as though Don Bluth could have made it, and all in about 1992 as well. After a couple of less important sequels the console version comes out years later, with a colon in the title but no number. Fair enough. Until the sequel to that, which they call . . . Prince of Persia 2.

What the fuck? Can these people not count? Are they so ignorant as to not realise it's the fifth in the series, or are they just so contemptuous of either PC games or older games in general that they're being utterly and blatantly revisionist about their history? What's worse is that all the obsessive, baseball-cap-wearing, LOL-using kiddies who only bother with consoles aren't even going to know about the originals (except perhaps by unlocking the first one when they complete the console version), and if they do, their opinions of what were groundbreaking games with design that still holds up today are going to be forever coloured by this weird and downright disrespectful retconning! AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!

I care about this more than I should.
(The Ghost of Stephen Foster, Sat 3 May 2008, 1:42, 6 replies)

I hate it
when people don't finish their
( waffle1 is lurking on, Sat 3 May 2008, 1:38, 3 replies)

Hot off the press...
My flatmates have just returned from seeing Iron Man which I saw yesterday and informed me that after the credits is a piece of footage so nerdgasm inducingly sweet that I am chewing my eyelids off that I didn't see it.

Stop doing that! Put important things like that in the bloody film, not after half an hour of credits and whatever dross nu-metal is on the soundtrack.

Argh! To YooChoob.
(Dok Zombie Cash, gash, pie and mash., Sat 3 May 2008, 1:18, 1 reply)

Potatoes
I wrote this ages ago but its fits in nicly with the compo , heres a link
www.fictionpress.com/s/2162688/1/thirty_something_reasons_why_i_hate_potatoes
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:58, Reply)

Every single other person on the airplane
they all piss me off because it takes so long to get of the plane. how hard is it to get up and walk of a plane you dont need to bring 5 million bags with u and hangthem all up in the other head locker
(zaitsevrogue9, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:58, 3 replies)

i'm full of anger
everything and anything, the problem is getting rid of the anger
the quickest way is the beat the thing that is causing the anger into a pulp, but this doesn't always work as sometimes you could get in trouble, walking away from the catalyst is always a good idea and physical exercise is a good remedy for removing excess anger - adrenaline is the best drug in the world - The end

Happy 2nd b3taday to me!
( SkUG >_O i got a couple of stitches in my eyeball... ow, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:50, Reply)

Pram Tax
My ex may have been a psychotic she-devil, but she sure knew how to deal with mothers with prams/pushchairs/buggies/pavement 4x4s containing screaming brats. When asked to get out of the way, or shoved aside, by someone wielding one of these behemoths, she would engage in the following conversation:

Ex: Have you paid your Pram Tax?
Mother: My what?
Ex: Your Pram Tax
Mother: What are you on about?
Ex: You know, the extra tax you pay that gives you more of a right to the pavement than me because you have a pram?
Mother: What???
Ex: Oh you haven't paid it? Well in that case you'll have to fucking well wait in line with the rest of us, won't you?

It's a technique I can heartily recommend.
(Axeman Jim, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:47, 5 replies)

The Christian Union.
Basically it's a youth Christian organisation run by students at British universities.

Their average members are middle class, middle England kids who think smoking a J constitutes a drug addiction, sex is the root of all that is evil in the world and Muslims/Sikhs/Atheists/Jews etc are all just confused individuals that need to be shown the "Good News".

I went to a couple of meetings when I started uni with the hopes of making some Christian mates and within about an hour I had stunned the room into silence with my announcement that I think... It's ok to be gay. From then on I was a lost cause to them, imagine if I had actually been gay? How many poor individuals have been alienated like that due to their purile ignorance?

They honestly see homosexuality as a disease that can be "cured" by God and it sickens me to the core.

But possibly the thing that infuriates me the most is their opinion that I am somehow "not quite a real Christian" because I question my religion rather than blindly accepting it like some bleating sheep, smoke the odd spliff and enjoy imbibing alcoholic fluids and pre-marital sex.
(Dok Zombie Cash, gash, pie and mash., Sat 3 May 2008, 0:46, 12 replies)

People who...
...put the money on the wet, sticky bar instead of in my hand (I'm a landlord)
...park where they like because they have a flash car and think they're special because of it.
...drive BMW's (obviously)
...piss on the toilet seat because they're too lazy to lift it up.
...are short. Get over it.
..."work" for the council.

There's more, but I'm tired.
More later...
(UXB you said it man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:38, 4 replies)

I'll tell you what rips my knitting.....
1. Old people driving too slow in cars. These are inevitably Nissan Micras, the most inappropriately named Suzuki Swift,Rovers, Kia Prides (shame more like) or worst ever, the Suzuki Wagon R. Men wearing their hat whilst driving or old ladies peering over the wheel, never looking in the mirror. If you can't drive at a reasonable speed on a reasonably safe stretch of road HAND YOUR LICENSE BACK TO THE DVLA!!!!And people who can't park properly.

2. Suzuki Wagon R's for that matter...They look like them cripple carts (and the folk who drive them want crippling.)

3. Women who stop for no reason right outside the door to a shop or at the top of an escalator. Why????

4. People who swear at their kids, people who can't discipline their own kids, people who feed their kids a constant diet of Chicken Nuggets, Greggs Sausage Rolls, Crisps and Sunny D.

5. Them Ugg boots. Newsflash! Girls! You look like you're wearing a Brickie's Rigger Boots! They're Sheepskin! You're wearing them in hot weather! You Stink!

6. Fat birds with Bingo Wings wearing sleeveless tops. Cover them up! No-one wants to see your rancid flesh!

7. Middle aged folk wearing Bluetooth headsets. You look like a twat. Actually, everyone looks a twat wearing them.

8. Whispering in adverts...

9. People who chew gum when talking, people who you can hear eating and anyone who bites their fork when eating. In case you're one of them, see them two rubbery pink things under your nose? They're called LIPS and they stop the food in your mouth from falling out so there's no need to bite your fork.

10. And finally,when I'm in TK Maxx looking for shoes, theres alweays someone blicking the aisle; A WOMAN, with A TROLLEY in the MENS SIZE 12+ SHOES section. WHY?????

OH MAN, I could go on, maybe I'll post more tomorrow...
(kilt101, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:29, 1 reply)

Various nerd-rage.
Idiots. About 95% of the population at my last reckoning.

Specialised: Misuse of the English language.
[1] Have you not been able to work out the proper application of an apostrophe? Clue up or die in a fire you illiterate shit-whistles.
[2] These asinine, dog-groping spastics who depend on a spell-checker for everything they send. I am not going to consult with my manger, as that's a repository for a sleeping child you gormless preening cuntbelch.

Methods of transport.

I cycle AND drive. Therefore it is my lot to be visited with the screaming cretinisms of both sets of road users. For instance,

I'll be approaching a road junction, and will have occasionally have been overtaken by a car driver who gives me a realistic amount of space (thanks mate) but then decides to cut in to the fucking gutter while still being a good fifty yards from the signal. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY.

Mexican standoff at mini-roundabouts. Seriously, if this doesn't stop soon I'll stop paying attention to them and let darwinism sort it out. This is my opinion as a driver.

People asking for a quid or so to get the bus home.

I worked for a voluntary sector organisation for a few years and learned the hard lesson that the underprivileged are not somehow ethically more advanced. We worked with homeless people and with the exception of a few people that seriously wanted to elevate themselves, our stock-in-trade was tards who were going to turn to shit any place we could get them into and fuck up the chances of other people that potentially weren't as morally devastated.

It was about the time that our organisation had to pay out about £120 for industrial gauntlets to clean up a place that had turned into a drugpit - the fourth time that month - that I decided that enough was enough.

Move forward several years and you get continually asked by the SAME FUCKING LOSERS who fucked over other disadvantaged people for more subsistence money.

Most people have hardship in their life. Some deal with it. Some milk it. Most of us are somewhere in the middle, but I get particularly annoyed when I'm stopped for "a couple of quid for the train home" by someone that cost us a few hundred quid and who definitely lives at the bail hostel 250 yards away.

The word disgusting.

One of my cow-orkers has a habit of labelling anything they disagree with the epithet "disgusting".

Fuck off and die. That's not an argument, that's a statement of visceral response. Treating it as a statement of all that is well and good is simply opening you to the criticism of being a parochially minded thickie.

Either argue using actual concepts, or regress to your six year-old nature and say "eeeuuurrggh... that smells like poo" to any questions about the French or proportional representation. You'll make your position quite clear and save some time.

Kids in offices.

New parents. Sorry to burst your balloon, but your newly squeezed out cuntburp isn't a joyful little tyke but a whining, farting distraction for those of us that are trying to work. If you really wish to inflict its presence on your colleagues, meet up in one of the family friendly fun pubs that are sure to abound and let the rest of us ignore the fact that you have made the unsurmountable achievement of curling off a sprog. Before I decide it's time to bring my flamethrower in to work, you sad flaccid breeding pisswits.

People who use REPLY TO ALL. There is no punishment painful enough. Corollary: People who send out ANY FUCKING powerpoint presentation or those who resend fake virus warnings and make themselves the vector of malshit as a result. Pat yourself on the back guys, you're braincripples.

People with umbrellas. You fucking preening, self-important dickstains occupy between two and three times the width of your body just so your fucking hair doesn't get wet. Seriously, if I get jabbed in the side of the head by one of you cretins one more time, I'll drub you about the head until your face is a bag of pulpy mush and the twitching stops. And walk at a proper speed or get out of the way.

Women with pushchairs. I'd rather stomp over your gurning brat than get out of your way. Care to make this decision less life-threatening for your offspring?

Hen nights. IT'S BEEN DONE BEFORE, you hooting, braying buffoons. Now piss off to the nearest Wetherspoons and save us from your oh-so-zany antics.

There will be more, but the veins in my head are standing out like angry purple hosepipes.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_ =o.o=, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:24, 5 replies)

Communtors/Travellers
A mate of mine once said that 80% of all people who travel become wankers.

I live, and until quite recently, worked in London city. Now the day people weren't to bad, if you ignore the fly to shit response as soon as a door open. It is the evening and weekend twats that fuck me off. The ones that stand in front of the of the tube door and then look at you like "who are you and where did you come from" look on their face as you try and get off the tube. idiots.

I have queued for 40ish minutes to get thru airport security. There is plenty of read material posted about the place that tells you to take off your outside coat, remove all metal metal from your pockets etc etc. I have stood behind more than one person who asked if loose change counts. People who put their passports thru the xray scanners.

Think people, there are others out there.

Edit: In addition, people who stand up when the plane has landed bar the fact the Cabin crew said remain seated. Or those who turn their phones on the second wheels touch the ground. Fuckers
(StyX is staring at you, yes YOU!!!, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:23, 1 reply)

to much
i wish i was happy all the time
(Just Harry What should I put here?, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:22, Reply)

The taste of metal
In cans of beer!

It's horrible!
(Waspard has your wank bank account details, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:20, 2 replies)

Jamie Fucking Oliver & Simon Rimmer
Too obvious? Been posted before?

Fuck it.

I hate this prick far more than it is possible to dislike someone who has done you no harm whatsoever. Another cunt that needs stoving is that Simon Rimmer. If you don't know who he is, watch Something for the Weekend on a sunday morning. He's the scouse bald chef, the most self righteous, self opinionated, deluded wanker put on this earth. He actually runs a spot where he gets viewers to send a photo of them cooking one of his recipes???????

Seriously

And not to mention his name. RIMMER. If surnames derive from a family profession, well....

If you know who I mean, you'll hate him as much as I do, so please click and get the word out.
(Peacocke, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:12, 1 reply)

Right, sufficient drunk enough to post..
I've been working with the devils spawn that's known as ***, he's a cunt. He's utterly killed my work life (not lol) for the past decade. I can't stand any move he makes. I can't stand any words he utters. I've worked with eeyore for the past decade. No wories. Don't tell anyone, but I just got a really amaxing job opp :)

The best thing? He's going to be stuck with the shite he tried to make me do lol
( Whodathunkit, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:09, Reply)

Free Papers
Another train related one.

Not sure if this is unique to London, but about ten free newspapers are on offer to every nobhead braindead enough to take one. Full of articles on Big Brother wankstains falling out of nightclubs covered in vomit and spunk, and why Amy Winehouse would make a great mother. Oh, or London Lite, why Ken Livingstone is a Nazi, cat torturing cuntophile.

Anyhow, these papers have opened the floodgates for the spazwits, who wouldn't normally read a newspaper, to rustle, crunch and shake their rags around. Sounds like an orgy in a paper mill most mornings.
(Peacocke, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:05, Reply)

Noisy eaters
Since I was a child this has got to me. It was drummed into my head from a young age that the way to eat was lips closed and no noise.

This has since left the realms of decent behaviour.

Last week I actually left a train. This one woman sat opposite me and began eating what most would call a picnic, but what this oafish twot probably called a snack. Why she couldn't wait more than 30 minutes till she got off the train to start her mid afternoon tucker. Almost certainly because she had dinner waiting for her. Anyhow, the fucking noise this orca was omitting was atrocious. We're talking sandwich, crisps and a can of coke. The holy trinity. Watching, listening and smelling (Tuna) got too much, so I got up and walked off before she pulled out the Calor gas cooker and started knocking up some bacon to go with her lard.

Would normally take a great deal for me to drop my usual British reserve, but slobbering whilst eating will do it.
(Peacocke, Sat 3 May 2008, 0:00, 4 replies)

some form of peeve...
This isn't really a peeve more than a sigh of sadness I guess...

I had a truly wonderful day. This morning, I was a slightly nervous student, leaving Reading for Grantham, at precisely 11.11 from Reading station, arriving at Paddington, traveling on the tube to Kings cross, and then up onwards to Grantham. Easy ye all think! Why, I am student now! They are suave, clever, know it alls, trendy creatures who would think nothing of the tube, and practically hump it for its "London-ness"! They listen to nu-rave, like Lily Allen and pret a manger!*

But no. I was nervous 'cause I've never really travelled the tube. Quite literally, I am the polite darling your mother would love, who knows the names of flowers and birds, likes drawing and baking and Terry Pratchett (ok, maybe not SO innocent); and possibly floating around singing poetry akin to Magrat from Weird Sisters.** Going through London, was akin to going through some sort of hell for me; busy impatient people, who couldn't care less about anything, only caring on getting to their own destination and glaring at you if your little purple wheely suitcase keeps on getting stuck everywhere: on a side note seriously damn those things. They hate me. AND I had a MASSIVE bag of books for revision weighing me down like a ton of bricks.

But NO! Today was not to be filled with slight terror, and guilt for obstructing people with my tiny purple wheelies of doom! For on boarding the train at Reading my seat was next to a business man. The nicest bloke possibly on that train. We got talking, "where are you headed today, what do you do etc", and after some conversation where it turned out he was a big cheese for Philips, we discovered we were both changing to the same train; him getting off at Stevenage, I Grantham. So, to cut it short, he was like some kind of train/London-based mentor. Having this friendly bloke to chat to*** and give me a hand with my bags was a truely chivalric and astonishing thing. And wonderful, I made a friend essentially, in a place I'd have never expected. I've emailed him tonight to thank him, (he gave me his business card, get in!) and received a reply and an offer of help from Philips essentially.

And I suppose this brings me to the peeve, I'm not very good at phrasing myself, but this is the kind of thing that needs to go on more often. More help, more kindnesses, friendly interest and a cheerful chat about what you're up to. And we have lost this. In a world where the youth can mug you, men are all perverts, everyone is planning to run off with you/your children/your dog and rape you/her/him/it, it's disappeared. I learnt stuff today, from a man on a train.

Just something I wanted to share, all the replies seemed so... well, ranty and I'm currently in a wonderful mood from having a great journey. Not that I don't rant, people who don't introduce people to mates...grrrr...

Apologies for length and soppyness, and possibly boredom if you made it this far, I've not done this before so,

POP

yippeee!



*May well be ripped from The Mighty Boosh
**I also enjoy rough sex, but maybe at another time.
*** Ok, I'm making him sound like he had other intentions, but he was late 40s with family. And welsh.
(dragondracus, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:58, 3 replies)

Chuggers
For those that don't know, the charity muggers that harass you on the street or in the bus queue are not volunteers from the charity, they are paid professionals hired by an agency that has been commissioned by a charity. They cannot accept cash donations, they only want to set up Direct Debits from your account to the charity. Why? Because their agency gets a flat fee, usually about £50, for every DD arrangement they get.

Now under the law regarding direct debits, you have 28 days to cancel, and you can of course cancel at any time once the payments have started coming. Many people will cancel, having been bullied by the chugger into signing a form they didn't want to, before they have paid the charity £50, or often anything at all. The agency don't care, they still got their £50.

So, reasons to hate chuggers:

1 - They are parasites, who often leech money from the charities they are supposed to support by bullying people into signing up who will cancel anyway, putting the charity out of pocket.
2 - They are paid professionals, paid to tell you a sob story about the poor little kiddywinks or whatever, they they personally don't give a rat's arse about. If they care so much about helping the charity, why don't they donate their wages to it and leave you alone? (this is a good question to put to them if you really want to see them squirm.)
3 - They are almost all stage school graduates, trained actors, who are professionally pretending to care about a different cause every week. Ask them if acting turned out to be the glamour career they expected.
(Axeman Jim, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:45, 3 replies)

To Whomever's Dumping Household Artifacts By My Back Fence
OK, so you left a big mattress by the back fence. That means any random stranger can now wank comfortably as they stare at my house.

OK, so you left a toilet bowl by the back fence. That means any random stranger, after wanking comfortably, can now fire off colon torpedoes as well.

OK, so you left a pile of shredded porn by the back fence. The wind blew the shreds through all the bushes, so even I can't piece anything together from the shards of skin and random nipples.

Are you furnishing a new pad for yourself, or what?
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:41, 1 reply)

oh so many......
1. TV adverts that are much louder than the program.
2. Anyone who says "job done"
3. Baseball hats.
4. Anyone who says "heads" when someone drops a coin.
5. People who complain after getting caught speeding. There is a legal limit, if you go faster and get caught, tough shit.
6. Bar staff that can't serve to save their life. It's really not that hard.
7. "I'm not being funny but.."
8. TV's in pubs
9. Telesales, especially the recorded mssages.
10. Every fucking company that calls my home phone for "Mrs Till", despite being told dozens of times she doesn't live hear, has never lived here and hasn't had this phone number for at least three fucking years.
11. People who put the milk is first when making tea.
12. People who swear loudly in public.
13. Women who (knowingly) wear uncomfortable shoes and keep complaining how painful they are.

i think I need to have a lay down now....
(purple_gromit, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:40, 3 replies)

Flags can fuck off, flags can.
Flags 1) Having your home town in the middle of your England flag is so plebby it's not true. Really, who gives a shit if you've come all the way from Carlisle to watch England?

Flags 2) Why does everyone have to wave a poxy humourous/ironic flag at Glastonbury these days? I can't see the stage now you annoying fucks. If I wanted to watch the whole thing on the video screens I'd stay at home and watch the C4 coverage.
(se8card, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:34, Reply)

COLD SORES!
The face-aids that is the result of sharing a beaker with some aids-ridden scab down the street, but a lovely reaction to them every time I get them, which means running to the doctors with every tingle to get the tablets, after necking some antihistamines.

People who assume that just because you're young, you can't have had a hard time at some point in your life if you haven't raised 12 kids on 10p a day each or something stupid like that. WAKE UP PEOPLE! I saw a girl in A+E once that'd been raped, and was talking to her friend about it. Maybe too loud, but hell, she was in shock. She said her boyfriend had did it. Then some tart turned round to her and told her to stop whingeing, as she'd been raped at knifepoint before by somebody she didn't know and got pregnant. Why the fuck did that tramp even open her mouth? I was tempted to shout at her.
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:27, Reply)

grrrr
iPods and iTunes.

I had a Creative, it hated me and decided crashing was fun until eventually 5 months after I got it it stopped working completely.

I got a second Creative, that started fucking up after I had it for a week. Less then a month later I took it back to exchange it for something else. I was told the best thing to get was an ipod. Now, I've always had a hatred for the little buggers hence never having had one before so I did feel quite dirty getting one. Now, after actually using an ipod for 3 or 4 months now I can safetly say. I hate the stupid piece of donkey spunk, the sound level is much lower then any other mp3 player I've had (please note, I turn my music right down when I'm on public transport if I use it at all) the wheel thing is a fucking piece of wank, honestly for some reason it always seems to skip about when I'm trying to select something and now onto ITunes....

Why, oh why, do Apple INSIST I use ITunes to put music on to MY ipod? Do I not get a choice on what media player I use anymore? I wouldn't mind but ITunes is the most infuriating thing since something that made me really fucking angry. It took me 4 fucking hours to convert all my music and then put the songs I wanted on to my ipod only for it then to delete it all when I tried to add another song. Yes I was being thick but I wouldn't have had that problem if I could have used the media player I WANTED TO.

Sorry for excessive use of the word fuck.
(lei, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:27, 3 replies)

Lilly Allen
What is she for, exactly?
(Axeman Jim, Fri 2 May 2008, 23:25, 1 reply)