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2013-05-09T16:51:00.001+01:00

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"Look how bloke-y we are..."

2011-12-30T13:27:00.000+00:00

I hate purity, I hate goodness...

2011-09-03T16:04:00.000+01:00

George Orwell

Orson Wells hates agnosticism

2011-09-03T15:48:00.000+01:00

"I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose."

Anthropomorphism of vehicles

2011-09-02T13:09:00.000+01:00

Now, it's fun and quirky to look at an inanimate object and provide it with a back story and personality as though it were a human being. We've all done it. Look at your own childhood. You undoubtedly had a toy that you would imagine possessed human qualities (I use the term 'human qualities' loosely. You may consider it an oxymoron. If so, well done you. Treat yourself to a nice cigar). That's

Oh the guilt...

2011-08-01T22:10:00.000+01:00

I have a problem. Well, I have many problems. But the main problem that I hate more than anything is the continual feeling of guilt. I feel guilty about everything: war, starvation, the banking crisis, the weather. Literally everything. And then today, I found myself feeling guilty about something entirely new. It may just be me - I hope to God that it is - but I've begun to feel guilty about

Sky EPG

2011-07-30T22:49:00.000+01:00

It's pretty apparent that I have a lot of time on my hands. The fact I go out of my way to write insulting articles about nothing in particular means I spend more time in front of an LCD screen than is healthy for any adult. With this in mind, it may come as a surprise that my next point of hatred is directed at another LCD screen: my television. Well, I say my television, but that would be

Thanks Zuckerberg. Thanks for everything

2011-07-17T16:12:00.000+01:00

Ok, I admit it. I hate Facebook. But as much as I hate it, I can't seem to get rid of it. Facebook is the bane of many people's lives, not least mine. I while away hour after hour with the homepage open in one tab as I look around the internet in another. Every few minutes I'll click back to catch up on anything I've missed, hit refresh, and see what notifications I have. More often than not,

All you need is love... we don't

2011-07-11T21:14:00.000+01:00

Now, we're all familiar with the notion of love. As John Lennon famously told us, apparently it's all we need. While I may not go that far, love is indeed a wonderful thing. But this is not the Love List. Oh no. This is the Hate List. And do you know what I hate today? People declaring their love on Facebook. "I have the best boyfriend in the world"... "Love you millions, babe"... "I'm so in

Orange girls

2011-07-10T15:50:00.001+01:00

"Shazza? It's me Tracey..." There was a time, not so long ago, that white makeup powder was used by royals and nobility in order to accentuate beauty. Terms likes 'English rose' were used to describe women that were demure and refined, not ostentatious and attention seeking. As much as I like to look to the future, you can't help but look back with fondness at more innocent times. This

Hatefully Stylish

2011-07-06T21:57:00.002+01:00

Two words infuriate me more than most things in the world these days: skinny jeans. I often find myself walking along the street, happily minding my own. And then my blood begins to boil. Mincing down the pavement towards me, I see a group of hip young chaps sporting the latest line of stupid denim. I find my fists clench at the searing anger, knowing these little idiots have spent at

Yellow, green, green, yellow, green, yellow...

2011-06-16T21:25:00.000+01:00

See how many yellows there are? SEE? So, you've been steering clear of all fatty foods, cutting sugar from your drinks and exercising regularly. That New Year's resolution to go on - and stay on, this time - an effective diet has yielded fantastic results. It's time to treat yourself. No, it's not time to binge on take-outs. Not yet at least. But you do deserve something little. Something

How you remind me... of Aslan

2011-06-09T19:48:00.001+01:00

Nickelback's Chad Kroeger Do I really need to say why I hate Nickelback? Out of everyone I know, only one person likes this god-awful 'band' (I used that term loosely). They are everything that's wrong with rock music: predictable, bland, middle-of-the-road, cliched, pretentious and just so bad, it's ridiculous. Let's take a quick look at their biggest hit, 'Rockstar'. I can't think of a song

Danny Dyer: please just go away

2011-06-08T21:32:00.000+01:00

"Faaaakin' 'ard geeza" Apples and pears, trouble and strife, weasel and stoat, mince pies, apples and pears, trouble and strife, weasel and stoat, mince pies, apples and pears... Danny 'I'm so cockney and hard it's unbelievable' Dyer. He of exceptionally bad films, exceptionally bad television and someone who abuses the English language so much he should be locked up in the Tower of London.

As one door opens another... will smack you in the face

2011-06-08T19:39:00.000+01:00

I hate this almost as much Let's make things clear. I am exceptionally British. I would apologise to the driver of a car after he had run me down and broken my leg. The word 'sorry' and I have a bond that can never break. I was brought up to respect others and say 'please' and 'thank you'. And this is where my next bugbear comes in. Any decent human being will happily hold open the door for

The return of 80s fashion disasters

2011-06-06T22:16:00.001+01:00

A WKD and she's yours. Oh no, that's MC Hammer I don't really know where to begin with this one. There's very few redeeming features about the 1980s. With a few notable exceptions, the music was shit. The television was shit. Cinema was hardly in its Golden Age. And then there were the clothes. Sweet baby Jesus, the clothes. I myself was born in the early 80s. That means that I have few

Ppl dat tlk lik dis

2011-05-30T19:00:00.001+01:00

I've been writing for a living for over a decade. My favourite authors are Gore Vidal and George Orwell. I love reading and I love to write. So imagine my despair whenever I receive a text message. Think about all those magical stories that have shaped our lives. There's nothing like the escapism that comes from a good novel. The English language is so wonderful and versatile that good writing

Fake NHS glasses

2011-05-29T23:51:00.005+01:00

There's more than one reason Bieber needs a slap There was a time I remember - let's call it the golden age - when kids weren't ashamed to mock one another without the fear of facing a lawsuit. Fat kids would be called 'chunk', short kids 'stumpy' and kids with glasses 'specky'. It's the last of these which brings to attention the latest addition to the list: idiot hipsters and their desire to

Jennifer Lopez: where talent and looks are both absent

2011-05-29T23:22:00.004+01:00

Looking like a tart. Cos she is a tart It was a recent email from Spotify and a television advert for some sort of shaving thing for women that rekindled the hatred I have for one Jennifer Lopez. The Spotify email brought to attention the fact she had a new album available to listen to. Naturally, being a music fan, I didn't want to listen. But it's not just her music that puts her on the list.

Flip flops: put your hideous hooves away

2011-05-29T12:42:00.001+01:00

Missing from image: some ugly plates of meat Now, there are very few people out there that, when asked to name the most attractive part on a body, would say the foot. And yes, before you start, I know that foot fetishes exist and that there are probably a million-and-one masturbatory websites dedicated to feet, shoes, socks and all things foot-related. But for those of us that are a bit more '

The Hangover 2: Someone tell me the point

2011-05-29T12:21:00.001+01:00

Now, there's little point in declaring that the first Hangover movie was a work of genius. Far, far from it. It not only featured Bradley Cooper's excruciatingly pretty face, but was little-more than a means to tell knob jokes and try to shock viewers. That said, it certainly had it's moments and introduced Zach Galifinakis onto the wider consciousness. A pretty average 6/10 film in my opinion.