Yes yes I know commuting is irritating by definition pretty much, although Mr Popkins might like to post his bus-ride reading idylls by way of balance. But since the end of my commuting is in sight I can confess how horrific the thought of any more t[…]

The creation of consumer segments is one of the big market research cash cows – lots of money and generally happy customers who have seen the people who buy their stuff nicely put into little boxes. Truth be told, these resulting segments are p[…]

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I’ve a petty irritation entirely of my own making, which makes it as vile to me as it is feeble: I seem to have an unyielding inability to discard fine packaging. Not any old thing – cellophane wrappers go straight in the bin, of course, […]

I have volunteered to do The Washing Up in my shared house For Ever, in exchange for Never Having To Do The Bathroom Or Hoovering. What madness, you may say!
The Washing Up is a chore reknowned for wrecking marriages and accelerating the deterioratio[…]

I REALLY REALLY FVCKING HATE seetickets. It’s not the booking fee, I know they need to charge a booking fee, it’s the delivery charge THAT DRIVES ME ROUND THE EFFING TWIST. FOUR POUNDS AND SEVENTY ENGLISH PENCE to deliver two tickets an[…]

i. ok yes i too hate angus deayton so don’t start
ii. and yes i admit i sicked this on myself by flippin over to FIVE during a late-doors attack of the clones ad-break, when i already knew they were running a “50 most embarrassing TV mome[…]

The most minor of all irritants, picture the scene: I, the consumer, have made my way to the till with my purchase. Having handed over my e.g. tenner, I am waiting for a receipt and some change in return. But how does the cashier present this to me, […]

Crikey, I, a middle aged businessman, have trouble dealing with email and seem to end up deleting a lot of them. Is this because
a) email is a menace, inefficient, a waste of time, if current trends continue we will all spend 28 hours a day dealing w[…]

In the shop on the way back to P’s yesterday I wondered why my throat seemed stiff and I couldn’t breathe clearly. Then I remembered that I was wearing a tie. See, I only wear these bastards like three times a year tops — job interv[…]