the family upstairs jesus c**ting fuck

Having to explain to fucking morons who go into shops claiming they know what they want when they blatantly don't.
Perfect example, people that go into HMV and don't know who sings a particular song or even what the song is called. All they can recount is two indiscriminate lines from the song - not even the chorus most of the time - and look on dumbfounded at you if you don't instantly know what the fuck they want.

That or even having to explain to people that yes, a live CD is different to a studio CD because it's recorded live, so yes, you will be able to hear the audience at some points. That's why it's a live CD.

Or:
*in pure Oirish traveller voice* "Have you got a CD with the songs from dat Dirty Dancing filem" (sic)
"Yes, it'll be just over on the far right hand side in the Soundtracks section"
*goes off before returning later and asking:
"That Dirty Dancing CD, does it have all the songs from the film on it?"
"Yes"
"You sure, you know, all the songs that were in the film"
"Yes, it's the soundtrack CD."

I surprisingly managed to refrain from saying "It's in the SOUNDTRACKS section because it's got TRACKS that were part of the SOUND of the film whose poster is on the front. If it was a random collection of songs that had nothing to do with the film on the cover, there'd be no sense to it".


Ad infinitum.

I doubt this occured to said person in question but not all soundtracks have the songs featured in the film due to the artist/label not permitting them.
Just saying...

That ball-achingly annoying generic R&B singer that whatever mobile company it is that sponsors loads of comedy on E4 uses.

I'm usually very tolerant of shit on TV that annoys me but man I want to punch that fucker right in the munt



Trying to get half a million fucking websites to even open in fucking Google bastard Chrome.
And the word "oops", thanks to Google Chrome.

The biggest night out fail ever. Crap band, being the designated driver and people throwing up multiple times. I felt like their mum *sigh*

Being sober at gigs whilst others get pissed is indeed shit.
I'm going to make up for it big time once I've finally finished losing weight.

oh and something that pisses me off...

It's taken the Inland Revenue six fucking weeks to send me a 100-or-so word letter telling me what I already know, ie that I'm due a fucking rebate, so now I have to "expect a cheque in the post", whenever that fucking turns up.
If it's another six weeks then keep an eye on the national press as I'll probably have held a pen-pusher hostage with a really sharp pencil or something by then.

Can see the headlines now "Man staples hapless civil servant to desk in rebate rage" Lol

Think Dave Syndrome but triggered by stress instead of heat.

The cost of car insurance

I can afford a car but not the insurance