The other day I was reading my friend Tim’s Blog, it’s always thought provoking and on this particular day he was talking about favourite things. Read Tim’s blog here
This made me think, what if I had to list my least favourite things, possibly to go into the infamous room 101, created by George Orwell for his classic novel Nineteen Eighty Four. I then had another thought, if posed with this question, I wonder how many people would be political and cite an ‘ism’. Of course it’s right to find racism, sexism, ageism et al abhorrent, but I wonder how many people would claim an ‘ism’ just to appear righteous?
So I decided to leave politics aside, and think about what my least favourite things would be. For the sake of this post, I have allowed myself only five nominations, and they’re in no particular order. I’ve posted previously the three things that annoy the hell out me, which are: Harmonicas, People who can’t return shopping trolleys to the bay and those little sealed, plastic pots of milk that you get in cafés. I thought that it would be quite easy to come up with the list, however it was harder than I thought. I didn’t want to just name a band, film or TV show and say because I don’t like it, I wanted to have a real reason for not liking things. So after pondering for an hour or so, at intervals between working, an afternoon passed and I’d still only come up with four things. So here they are:
1. Scented Candles I cannot abide them, they never smell like the fragrance suggested on the label, most have that dreadful cloying aroma of synthetic vanilla. My main reason for not liking them though is, for some reason, like other kinds of room fragrances they hurt my eyes; ten minutes in a room with one of these expensive but pointless products and my eyes are streaming. Finally, I wonder how many house fires have been the result of someone wanting their through-lounge to pong like a pine forest?
2. The Misuse of Apostrophes As I was writing this a friend posted two pictures on my Facebook timeline, both showed the scourge of the high street, that errant apostrophe. Now, I remember being taught in school the basics of grammar and the English language. Oh the joy of phrases like, i before e except after c, although no one told word like foreign, protein or species they had to comply. Then there’s those confusions like, everyone and every one or maybe and may be. It was only after easily muddled-up words and phrases had been pointed out to me, that they became confusing, and let’s not dwell on those indicative, subjunctive and imperative moods. It seems people, especially shop keepers are unable to put a up a sign without adding an apostrophe to it, Here’s (note the use of the apostrophe) one of those photographs. (Picture courtesy of Natalie Částka)
3. Selective Memory Nothing annoys me more than people who pass judgement whilst forgetting their own actions. On Television last night was the program, Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents, where parents spy on their children as they enjoy their first holiday abroad. It’s not the spying that annoys me, it’s the bloody hypocrisy. They see their children getting drunk or engaging in casual sex, suddenly they become purveyors of propriety and overcome with condemnation. Don’t these people remember what it was like to be young and carefree? Past promiscuity passes into oblivion and It seems that as we get older it becomes acceptable to forget the childish, dangerous and outlandish things we did. Because with age comes selective memory and it’s this ability to shelve memories away that means we are able as adults to be judgemental hypocrites. I did lots of things from my teen years into my late twenties that would shock, anger and some may even disgust people, the only difference I can still remember – so let the young ones have their fun. We did.
4. Oranges Now I’m quite partial to a grapefruit, I’m a fan of lemons and nothing beats a zesty lime, but an orange makes me shudder. I dislike the smell and the taste of this unimaginatively named fruit, I dislike anything that has orange flavouring also. So, there you have it short and sweet, oranges are the fourth least favourite thing on my list.
5. Spitting I had to nip to the local shop, listening to music as usual. Armed and Extremely Dangerous, by First Choice was playing and a youth was walking in my direction, hands down the front of trackies as if the cold was threatening to freeze his testicles. Just before he passed he spat on the pavement. I went into the shop, purchased what I wanted and as I was leaving two boys were standing near the entrance, I looked over just as they both embarked on a spate of synchronised spitting. I just find the act to be repellent, I did once work with a man who had a fetish about men spitting in the street, especially if they were smoking – needless to say once the contract ended so did our contact.
To make up for the final subject matter, here’s a performance by First Choice, enjoy, especially the groovy presenter.