Muzak. You can't call it music.
CHRISTMAS muzak. As if the regular sort isn't bad
enough.
Phone salespeople - I hang up on them now.
Religious doorknockers. I sometimes feel like saying to
them, "how about we make an agreement - I don't come to your door,
pushing my views on you, and you don't come to mine, pushing yours on
me. Deal?"
TV shows such as Survivor, The Block or Big Brother, because
I don't get the emotional games played, I think it's all BS anyway, and don't
give a rodent's posterior who wins. (I must confess to sometimes watching a bit
of Masterchef, because the food looks delicious!)
Sitcoms, especially American ones, as they're based on
people making idiots of themselves, and I've had way too much of that in my own
life.
Cricket. One notch above watching paint dry. Make that half
a notch.
Asparagus. Blech.
Stuffed marrow. Ditto. My mother used to cook it for us when
I was a kid - until the day I said it looked like cooked snot. Funny, none of
the rest of the family wanted to eat it either after that...
Things that are fiddly to open - whether it's a jar of
peanut butter or a new packet of tissues or whatever. Not being especially
co-ordinated or strong, I just get so damn annoyed with them, I could throw
them across a room.
The Briscoes lady. She irritates me, she and all her white,
middle-class, oh-so-healthy-looking sisters in ads, who somehow manage to
produce big, white-toothed smiles and talk at the same time. They look like
ventriloquists' dummies.
How it's always the most irritating songs that stick
in your head. Why can't it be one of the nice ones?
Doing dishes. The most boring job on earth.
Music being played - LOUDLY - on people's cellphones in the
street. I've blogged about this before, but it still irritates the crap out of
me. Get some earphones, people.
Harvey Norman ads - they're always YELLING AT ME ABOUT ALL
THE WONDERFUL SAVINGS I'M GOING TO MAKE IF I SHOP AT THEIR STORE HURRY NOW!!! I
don't give several rodents' behinds what your specials are, Mr Norman. Just turn
down the volume on your ads, because I'm less than impressed.
...and I will probably add to this list at some point. In
fact, it's inevitable. Sigh.
