One A Day, Day 8: Success!

I have successfully managed to arrange my escape from my job! Went to see my boss today and, as it turns out, I was only obliged to give one week's notice to quit. As tempting as it was to say "Well, I'll bugger off next week then. Ta-ra!" I decided against it so I can actually have a bit of money on hand in order to go to PAX.

Because this exciting news means that I will definitely be going! I'm stoked. The last time I went to a big industry event was when they still did them in Europe. I attended ECTS (the European Computer Trade Show, if I remember rightly) with my bro, and that was a long time back now. I've heard my buddies in the Squadron of Shame wax lyrical about PAX in the past and have been incredibly jealous. Now I get to join in the fun. It's going to be an awesome time, and I can't wait to finally meet some of the guys I've only ever spoken to on Skype before… or in some cases (Mr Bowlissimo!) only ever typed things to.

Also, my Bayonetta article got promoted to the front page on BitMob. People dig the IF thing, so I wrote another one. I also downloaded the Inform interactive fiction toolset to have a play with. Inform is bizarre – it's a programming language that works very similarly to plain English. I'm going to knuckle down and have a good go with it this week – probably at the weekend.

So – two good things in one day. It's a nice change. It even managed to distract me from the fact that the kids in my class were being stupid noisy bastards all day and the meeting we had after school was beyond pointless. Now I have a countdown (which I haven't calculated yet) I can relax a bit more. Except for the fact I don't have a new job to go to yet. Still, I have a couple of applications in for some exciting jobs, the closing date for one of which is this Friday, so I'll have to wait and see if anything comes of that.

Then there's the possibility of doing some freelance work. This would be ideal, especially if I could combine it with some music teaching work. I like music teaching. People pay you and you work with them on an individual basis. You don't have thirty annoying children all talking to each other and not listening in front of you. Much more pleasant and less inclined to make you want to throw things.

That's that for today. I'm going to go play some Star Trek now.

One A Day, Day 7: Achievement Unlocked!

That's one week of continuous blogging. Achievement unlocked! Okay, some of the entries have been fairly pointless so far, but at least I'm writing something, and there's no better practice at writing than to actually do it.

Just been for a run – my third this week. This means I've successfully completed the first week of the course I linked to yesterday. Achievement unlocked! Here's the route I took today, in case you were curious. Going over the Itchen Bridge meant there were a lot more hills than usual, so my legs feel like they've had a decent workout today.

I have a meeting with my boss on Monday to discuss my leaving date! Achievement unlocked! Possibly!

Enough of that. Achievement un… Stop it. Seriously.

Today's been another quiet, dull day. Played a bit more of the Star Trek Online beta earlier and tried out a character on the Klingon side. It seems that Klingon players mainly play PvP missions – or perhaps that's just what's in the Klingon sectors. I wonder what happens if you go further afield?

On the writing front, it's been great to see members of the Squadron of Shame getting well into contributing to BitMob, one of the best community-driven games sites out there, with lots of "alumni" from the 1up blogosphere (ugh… hate that word) finding a new home there. I'll definitely be contributing more as time goes on – if nothing else, it's good practice for thinking up interesting ideas for articles which I could pitch to potential freelance clients. If you haven't checked out my articles there yet, go do so! (The Bayonetta article is by far the most popular. I'm not sure what that says to me.)

That's about all I have to say today, apart from the usual "I really don't want to go back to work on Monday". But let's try and be positive. There's still some of Sunday night left. Dinner, avoiding seeing Dancing on Ice and probably Star Trek Online await.

One A Day, Day 6: LOADING...

I'm writing this while I'm waiting for BitMob's idiosyncratic blog editing software, MyBlog, to load. The tag database on BitMob is now so big that it takes 2-3 minutes to load the editor now. It was irritating the first time it happened, but I'm sort of used to it now. You quickly get into the habit of doing something else while it loads. And talking of BitMob, if you haven't checked out my "Bayonetta as a text adventure" article over there yet, go take a look. People who have read it seem to dig it, so thank you so much to those of you who have read, commented and retweeted it. There will be more along those lines sometime soon.

Today has been a pleasurably useless day. Got up late, played a bit of Demon's Souls, including beating the second boss first time thanks to the assistance of a phantom I summoned in to assist. That is a fantastic feature – players being able to mark themselves as available for assistance, and other players being able to "borrow" them to help them through tough sections. It's a nice idea, and the fact the other player enters your world as a phantom at least goes some way to justifying the difficulty in voice chatting on the PS3. Sort of.

Then I had lunch and played a bit more of Star Trek Online. The open beta is coming to an end soon, and they've unlocked the other sectors and removed the level cap for now. The intrepid Mike Minotti took an expedition over to Deep Space Nine and immediately suffered an intense nerdgasm. I'm looking forward to seeing it for myself – going to play a little more tonight. Cryptic have done a great job of creating an MMO that's a little bit different from all the me-too WoW clones out there. Ground combat is a little more fast-paced than most MMOs, while space combat is just magnificent, particularly when you're working with other players.

Then I went for a run. For those of you who were asking about the site I mentioned a few days ago, this is it. I've done two of the first week's workouts this week, and need to fit my other one in tomorrow to keep on schedule. Should be eminently doable though. My current "pace" is to run for 60 seconds, walk for 90 seconds, then run again, then walk again, and so on. It works, and I felt like I could have kept going for a little longer than the just-under-30-minutes I did today. It's definitely better to do it like that rather than attempt to keep running, running, running and become completely demoralised when you realise you can't do it, gasping for breath after a few hundred yards. And when I say "you" I, of course, mean "I". Want to see my route? Here. Gotta love the iPhone.

So this evening will be more of the same, I imagine. Planning on hitting up Star Trek Online for a bit more space-based entertainment in a little while, though I have a rough idea for an article on BitMob to fiddle around with first.

Have a fine and pleasant evening, y'all.

One A Day, Day 5: It's the Weekend!

Yes, it's the weekend, assuming you've finished work.

As much as a love the end of a working week, I find something profoundly irritating about people who talk about the weekend as if it's some sort of magical entity capable of curing all evils and making the world a better place. It's not magical. It's two days off, after which you'll have to go back to your stultifyingly boring and depressing job, coming just to the borderline of seriously contemplating slitting your wrists by Friday, before you get to go home, get some actual sleep, spend two days wanking and crying then start the whole hideous process over again.

The worst culprit for weekend-hype is Annie Mac's show on BBC Radio 1. Radio 1 is irritating at the best of times, but Mac's show takes the biscuit. Her jingles seem to consist entirely of either airhorn noises (the use of which seems to be growing in popularity, annoyingly) or special needs people yelling "It's FRIDAY!" then giggling like they've got a wasp in their Jap's-eye and don't know whether it tickles or really fucking hurts. Take a listen if you can stomach it. The thing is, some of the music she plays is actually quite good for a Friday night drive home. But as soon as she starts talking or pressing the magic noise-making buttons on her console, I want to throw smelly things through my radio into her stupid face.

Still. The weekend is good in that you can sleep in and then get things done that you've been intending to do all week. Or, indeed, spend two continuous days wanking and crying, as intimated earlier. Both are perfectly acceptable uses of your time. The choice is yours.

I know what I'm planning to do.

One A Day, Day 4: Blurring Realities

I bought a ticket for PAX East yesterday. I don't know if I'm going yet (the twin barriers of not yet having a plane ticket and not yet having resigned from my shitty job currently standing in the way), but the sheer prospect of going and being able to meet my buddies from the Squadron of Shame – some for the first time, some for the second time – is enormously exciting. The age of the Internet has given us that curious phenomenon of the "friend-not-met" (thanks to Jenn Frank for educating me in the ways of FOAF some time back) where there are people out there whom you feel very close to despite never having seen their face outside blurry Facebook pictures or iPhone uStream feeds while they're recording a podcast. You know, for example.

But the Squad are just that. I may be a couple of thousand miles away from them, but they're my bros, my buddies, the legen-wait for it-dary ones, that sort of thing. Which is why the opportunity to potentially meet so many of them in one place at such a massive nerdgasm as PAX will be beyond awesome – even if podcast host Chris' revelation that "if someone threw a grenade in there, they'd wipe out the whole Squad" was somewhat chilling. Who would play Pathologic and then podcast about it for three hours then? (Of course, it may be your opinion that the world can do without three-hour long podcasts on the subject of Pathologic, but that's a discussion for another day.)

It's pretty awesome that the Internet, as well as being the home of ridiculous chavs like this, can also be the home of genuine friendships and new ways to stay in touch. I know that every time I sit down and listen to the Exploding Barrel Podcast, for example, it's like I'm hanging out with Mike Minotti of Bitmob (as he now prefers to be known, formerly Tolkoto) and his brother AJ rather than listening to people I don't have any real connection with. As time has continued on its way and the good word of the Squad has spread further and wider, mostly thanks to Twitter, we've picked up more and more people who want to be involved, some from other sites, some from other podcasts, some who are just awesome people.

And that's pretty cool. That's, as they say, some Web 2.0 shit right there. And I love it.

One A Day, Day 3: Why Teaching Sucks

Those of you who follow me on Twitter or know me in general will be aware that my loathing for the teaching profession is well-documented. That, of course, didn't stop me making an ill-advised move back into it after successfully escaping for two years. But I wonder how many of you know why?

Let me tell you.

Teaching sucks. There are many reasons for this – the chief among which is that in many, many schools the possibility of actually undertaking the activity for which the profession is named – you know, "teaching" – is rendered impossible. This happens in lots of ways.

First of all, there is the declining standard of behaviour in the classroom. I have a Year 4 class – 8 and 9 year olds. These kids are already well-versed in backchat to teachers, violence towards each other, swearing, refusing to do work and taking advantage of supposed "special needs" to their own advantage. (This isn't, of course, to put down those kids that do have genuine difficulties learning things, but rather to put down those kids who use their supposed "condition" as an excuse to behave like a twat.)

When asking for support with children like this from senior staff, the inevitable response to the poor teacher is "you need to develop some strategies". Well, fine. Give me some. Some that work. Oh, wait, none actually do work? Right. Let's do some nonsense with traffic lights that they'll ignore then.

"Keep at it. Be consistent," they'll say. And fine, fair enough, you should be consistent in your rewards and punishments. But I am distinctly old-fashioned in the opinion that I feel children should know their place. It is not their place to question their teacher. It is not their place to refuse to do work. It is not their place to get up out of their seat and wander around the classroom. I remember the "naughty children" in my class at primary school well (largely because they were also the ones who would bully the meeker kids such as myself), and while they were silly and could be outright nasty at playtime, in the classroom there was never any wandering around or backchat. Now, it's not an exaggeration to say it's a daily occurrence.

Second among the reasons that teaching is impossible is everyone's favourite friend, bureaucracy. By the end of a single day, my desk will be covered with useless pieces of paper – notes, memos, charts, tables, percentages, requests for information. All of it is meaningless, and I don't know where it all comes from. Why do we need to know so much information? Why is the school I'm teaching at considered a "failing" school because of some of these figures? Yes, many pupils are making slow progress but that's because, frankly, many of them came in pretty low, don't get much support at home and don't have the slightest clue how to behave in the classroom, even when this is pointed out by their teacher. The fact that these children are learning anything at all should be considered a success.

Another stupid thing: the excessively celebratory nature of most schools these days. It reaches a level where it is utterly meaningless. Celebration of achievement is an important part of motivation, but when children are getting certificates in assembly for "sitting quietly all day" or "always being cheerful", I think we may be taking things a little far. (That travesty of an "awards" ceremony happens on a weekly basis, by the way.)

The theory runs that children respond better to praise and encouragement than punishments. Well, I am yet to see any evidence of that in the three schools I have taught in, amongst children aged anywhere between 8 and 16. Children respond to things that are "unpleasant" for them. They don't want to miss out on fun things, and they definitely don't want to look stupid in front of their friends. So why don't we have a weekly "anti-celebration assembly" where the naughtiest children of the week are brought up to the front of the school and admonished by the headmaster? Parents could be invited. It'd be fun.

The answer to that is, of course, that it's not politically correct to be negative. There's even a "golden ratio". There should be three times as much praise as there should be punishment. I don't know who came up with that statistic, but they probably had a clipboard.

Then there's the Tories' bright idea to bring in "superteachers". This is never going to work, because the profession has such a high turnover anyway – mostly for the reasons outlined above along with the stress and the health problems that causes – that limiting access to it smacks of stupidity. In fact, this article from the Daily Mash sums it up beautifully.

Those who find success and fulfilment in the teaching profession are either very brave, very resilient or very stupid. Whatever it is, they have my eternal respect, because I'm not one of them. At the first opportunity to arise, I will be out of that door, never to return.

And this time I mean it!

One A Day, Day 2: More Bollocks

Here we are again. Good evening. What to talk about today?

I was all set to do an immensely amusing post where I wrote down all those stupid random thoughts that come into your head and you really want to say out loud but then don't because they'd make you look like an imbecile. But I forgot to write anything down, apart from the one I had in the shower last night which, for the record, was "Don't you hate it when you're in the shower and close your eyes to stop the soap going in, but nearly fall asleep?" – because I'd closed my eyes to stop the soap going in and had nearly fallen asleep. That's what I get for showering at midnight after taking an actually-not-that-ill-advised run at a late hour in the evening while our podcast uploaded.

So I have to think of something else to write about. Having been at work all day and not listened to the news I can't even comment on that… or can I?

*checks BBC News*

Oh, right. Cadbury got taken over by Kraft or something. I did know that, probably thanks to Twitter. Job cuts bad. Cheesy chocolate bad. Boo hiss, and so on.

Okay, that's the news covered, what did I get up to today? Well, I applied for another job. Most of you know how much I bitch and moan about how much I hate my job, so I applied for another one that I thought I'd like. I enjoy the writing, as should hopefully be apparent from this site (and also this one – the new home of my games-related ramblings), so a writing-based position sounds right up my alley. At this point, I'm not even too bothered if it means a pay cut, as the employer in question (whom I won't reveal for the moment so as not to jinx things) is pretty high-profile and has a lot of potential for building a future career.

Ugh. Hate phrases like that. So management-speaky. Sometimes you have to use it, and it sucks. One thing I want to make sure I never do is become one of those tossers who sits in their office in a patronising manner, talking to employees about "going forward" and saying that "as a manager…" blah blah blah whilst simultaneously crippling said employees' self-esteem and sense of independence. Yes, I do have some specific examples in mind but it would be unprofessional and unkind of me to mention them by name.

It's Charlie Brooker's Newswipe tonight, a fact which the BBC have inexplicably left off their own site. Charlie Brooker's work is always a laugh and a half, so I'm looking forward to this new series. Plus I might actually have something to say about the news after watching it. You never know.

Well, that's today's brain-dump done and dusted. Two-day combo! I might make it to the end of the year yet.

One A Day, Day 1

Or: "Good intentions and all that."

Inspired by… well, by curiosity more than anything else, this is the beginning of my personal attempt to write at least one thing every day until the end of the year. Even if it's meaningless self-indulgent crap. Which, as you'll know if you've read this blog before, it usually is.

Curiosity for what though? Well, the mysterious Twitter hashtag #oneaday of course, which I first spotted on the feed of Lauren "atheistium" Wainwright and, upon further research, found that it's actually a whole network of people attempting to do this, in the style of photographers doing a "one photo a day" challenge, or something like MyDailyPhoto (also self-indulgent crap, but at least you won't find me on there – I don't photograph well, least of all when I'm stressed out). I like writing. I don't do enough of it. So here's an opportunity to write something – anything – every day.

If you're reading this it's highly likely that you know who I am already, but for the sake of anyone who has started reading this blog purely because of the #oneaday shenanigans (Hi! How are you?), let me briefly introduce myself. My name's Pete. I'm 28, British, male and hairy. I'm also a massive nerd. I appear on, produce and edit a podcast called the Squadron of Shame SquadCast, which delves into the bargain bins of forgotten and overlooked games from years gone by, plays through them and then podcasts about them with the eventual aim of coming up with a verdict as to whether or not you should bother playing them or not. If it's not worth playing, there's generally some interesting discussion about it, at least. Go take a listen. You've got over 25 episodes to catch up on. Then go read my gaming blog, and follow me on Twitter. If you don't have anything better to do, of course.

I am, currently at least, a primary school teacher. This is the second time I've gone into teaching as a career, having spent three years as a secondary school music teacher a while back, and the only difference this time is that I've decided I hate it a lot quicker than last time, this time. So I'm getting out at Easter, even though at the time of writing I don't have anything to go to yet.

What happened today? I went to work. I came home, ate sausages, uploaded the latest episode of the SquadCast. Then I went for a run. I don't run. I'm not good at it. But a buddy on Twitter recommended a site with a good programme to get you up and running (no pun intended) gradually so I'm giving that a shot. I have a gym membership that I use when I can (…be bothered), but one of the reasons I despise my job with a passion is that it's forty miles away from where I live, meaning that by the time I get home, I don't really feel like getting ready for the gym, whereas running I can at least do near my house. Plus I have a funky iPhone app that maps my runs and tracks my embarrassingly low speeds, too.

Anyway. It's after midnight and I have to be up at 6am. I look forward to enjoying daily writers' block with any of you other #oneaday-ers out there. Until tomorrow, then.

(Disjointed stream of consciousness for the win.)

Chasing Stardust

Caution: Self-indulgence and self-pitying ahead. You have been forewarned.

Ever had the feeling that you're just chasing something that doesn't quite exist? Something intangible, that you know you want, but struggle to even describe, let alone put your hands on? And you just know that if you got your hands on it, you'd be that much happier?

I got a new job recently. I'm a primary school teacher – a return to classroom teaching after two years' break, and a shift from my original profession as secondary school teacher. Now, I like teaching. I'm even good at it. I've been told so by many people. But the frustrating thing about teaching – and so many other things – is the other shit you have to put up with at the same time. Behaviour, for example. I lost count of the number of times I had to stop and "give warnings" today simply for kids being stupid, or talking when I'd asked them to listen, or getting up and wandering around the room, or… You get the idea. Kids will be kids, you may say. Well, yes, they will – but it's frustrating. I remember being a kid and being terrified to step out of line. I was (and still am) a bit of a goody-two-shoes, of course, but you know what? I'd rather be that than a dick.

Then there's the other stuff. I'm new to primary teaching, so I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed with new things to learn. The year group team that I've joined are very supportive, though, which is good – it means I can bug them with questions when I don't know what something means, or don't understand a procedure, or, more to the point, haven't had a procedure explained to me.

Ah, procedures. Close friend of paperwork. Both of them largely pointless in nine situations out of ten. All they have succeeded in doing so far is 1) messing up my desk within five minutes of me taking possession of it 2) overwhelming me with unnecessary paperwork and 3) making me feel inadequate. And I can do without feeling inadequate right now.

Everyone gets the jitters when they start a new job. I'm hoping this feeling of being overwhelmed and unsure of myself passes. I'm still in two minds as to whether I'm doing the right thing. Lots of people have told me that they thought I'd make a good primary school teacher. I agree – at least that I would be good at teaching primary-age children. It's the other bits that I worry about not being able to hack. I am neither the most assertive person in the world nor the most organised person in the world, so the twin evils of "behaviour management" and paperwork together form a giant super-nemesis for me. It also doesn't help that previously, having found a job that I genuinely did enjoy, like, even love for a while, it was taken away by an inconsiderate management team who succeeded in destroying my self-confidence by caring more about the bottom line than the welfare of their staff. So a big "fuck you" to them, if you please.

Of course, I have only been working there for three days so far, so it is highly likely that I am being premature in my judgement of myself as borderline-incompetent. That's that pesky tattered and torn self-confidence talking.

This is the rub though. I find myself struggling to think what else I can do. Actually, that's not quite accurate. I find myself struggling to think what else I can do that will pay the bills in a reliable manner. There are loads of things that I love doing – things that I'd much rather do than be cooped up in a classroom with thirty kids – but they're either unpaid or erratic work. Writing, for example. I love writing. I love blogging. I love writing fiction. I love writing about games, and about music. I love writing semi-incoherent rants that people somehow find entertaining while the big vein in my head pops. I love tweeting and commenting on things. I'd love to be able to sit and write all day and be paid for it, but realistically that's highly unlikely to happen. Of course, a glass-half-empty approach doesn't get anywhere, but it's – yes – frustrating. It doesn't have to stop me enjoying doing it when I have the chance, though – hence this blog, and hence my entry in this year's NaNoWriMo.

There are so many things I love doing – teaching, music, writing, gaming, podcasting, production, film – so why is it so damn hard to find something to settle on and just enjoy? Why does everything have barriers to entry – and yet more barriers to negotiate once you get inside?

I guess I should be more positive. But I can't help but think that I'm getting that "I'm nearly 30" feeling and wondering where on Earth I'm going. One day I might find an answer. Until then, I'm just chasing stardust.

The Hate List (September 2009)

Hello!

Here's the official September 2009 edition of Things That Piss Me The Hell Off That I Can't Do Anything About So Might As Well Ignore Them But Can't.

Irrational rant and much sarcasm ahead.

In no particular order:

  • People who cough, then gob on the floor.
    If I can cough and then either swallow my own phlegm or spit it into a tissue just to maintain some amount of public decorum, you can too. You're not a pirate. Or a cowboy. You're an idiot.
  • Casual lawbreaking.
    "Ah, it doesn't matter if I speed/park here/drop this litter/break this thing that doesn't belong to me/steal this thing/let my dog shit there/threaten someone. Everyone else does it." That's right. And that's why driving means you take your life into your own hands, you can never find a parking space (and when you do, it's blocked by someone who has parked where they shouldn't), our streets and parks often look more like rubbish dumps, kids whinge that there's 'nothing to do' because it's all broken or stolen or covered in dogshit, and people are afraid to step up and stop people from doing these things. Everyone hates the idea of a nanny state (myself included) but by doing all these stupid things you just encourage those in charge to put tighter and tighter controls in place in an attempt to stop you behaving like a self-obsessed bellend.
  • Cyclists who don't understand the Highway Code.
    If you are cycling, you are a road-based vehicle. Granted, a very small one that is mostly person-propelled, but you're still a vehicle. Don't swear at me if you come screaming down the pavement and nearly ram into me when there's a perfectly good road with no people walking down it. Also, red lights mean stop. You massive twat.
  • Car drivers who don't understand the Highway Code.
    Quick recap: Blue sign with white arrow means "one way". Red sign with white stripe across middle means "don't go this way". Stop muddling the two up.
  • Lorry drivers who overtake on the motorway.
    You have an acceleration of 0-60 in 3 years. The thing you're trying to overtake also has the same acceleration and there is a difference of 0.01mph between the two of you. Overtaking it will likely take you a very long time and get you into a position where you're stuck behind another lorry that is going the same speed as the one you just overtook. Why not – here's a thought – not bother?
  • People who absolutely have to get where they're going faster than you.
    Subject of the second ever entry on this blog, fact fans. Travelling around London is a sure-fire way to see this. You know the whole point of an escalator is that it's a moving staircase that you don't have to walk down, right? So pushing past to get to the bottom two seconds faster than everyone else achieves nothing except annoying the people who are patiently waiting. Also, standing behind someone who has a large suitcase that takes up a large step and tutting isn't going to make the suitcase magically get small enough for you to get past.
  • Mercedes/BMW/Audi drivers. (Except my Dad, who drives a BMW in the most non-BMW-driver way I've ever seen.)
    Those flashing orange lights on the side of your car are not "parking lights". They do not mean you can park anywhere. Similarly, if you are in a traffic jam, weaving between lanes actually slows everything down rather than allowing you to get anywhere faster. Also, if you come up behind me and flash your headlights when I'm driving at the speed limit in the fast lane, overtaking things in the slow lane, I will slow down just to annoy you.
  • Fat exhaust pipes on shit cars.
    Your car is loud! It sounds like the exhaust is broken! You'd better get that looked at. In the meantime, why not drive like you think you're in a Mercedes?
  • Using the word "fucking" as punctuation.
    When considering whether it is appropriate to use taboo language in conversation, consider 1) your audience, 2) the context and 3) whether it will help your message to be heard. "Ah went dahn the fahkin' shops and bought some fahkin' bread" is an example of the word "fucking" not being used to enhance the sentence in the slightest. "People who do this are fucking idiots" is a good example of using the word "fucking" in one of its primary uses as an intensifier. A "fucking idiot" is more of an idiot than an "idiot". However, the "fucking shops" are no more or less a shop than the shops. Also, bread.
  • T-shirts with slogans about being drunk.
    Oh! You like to drink! You're so wacky! "Take me drunk, I'm home!" That's clever! That's so clever!
  • T-shirts with slogans about having a large penis.
    If you need to shout about it, it's probably not worth shouting about.
  • T-shirts with swear words on them.
    I'm not averse to using bad language in a situation where it is appropriate and/or acceptable, but to walk around town where there are often young children and also people who don't particularly want to see your T-shirt imploring them to "FUCK OFF" present marks you out as being 1) inconsiderate and 2) a massive tool.
  • Men who wear too much aftershave.
    If I can still smell you a minute after you've walked past me, that's too much.
  • Smokers who smoke underneath "No Smoking" signs.
    Ooh, you big rebel. Get you. Now take your stinking cancer-sticks and shove them up your arse where I can't smell them but you can feel them. Preferably lit.
  • Beauty fascism.
    Eyes age in two ways! (So you must fix them!) Wrinkles appear on your body! (So you must Polyfilla them!) Your teeth are dirty! (So bleach them!) Your skin is pale! (So paint it orange!) Your hair is not quite blonde enough! (So dip it in Domestos until it's just right!) Your clothes suck! You're a failure! A FAILURE! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE, YOU PATHETIC BAGGY-EYED, PALE-SKINNED FAILY FAILURE FAILINGTON?
  • Confused.com's advertising. (YouTube)
    Are you really expecting us to believe that people voluntarily sat down in front of a webcam and talked about their experiences buying home and/or car insurance so you could put their gurning Everyman mugs all over our TV screens every five seconds? Because I've bought both home insurance and car insurance. Both experiences made me want to kill myself. Maybe I should go on cam and say that. Apparently the emo-looking kid in the purple top ("Phil") is quite well-known on YouTube. Sell-out.
  • GoCompare's advertising. (YouTube)
    No-one sits in a coffee shop saying things like "Car insurance, eh? What can you do?" – even floppy-haired douchebags like the ones in the advert. Also, if a singing twat burst in encouraging me to "Go Compare" I'd tell him to "Go Fuck Yourself" and punch him in the neck.
  • Compare the Meerkat. (YouTube)
    Almost funny once. Not funny the five hundredth time. In fact…
  • Insurance advertising.
    Just sod off and stop trying to make one of the most boring things in the world look exciting.
  • McDonalds' advertising.
    You have a recognisable jingle. Well done. Would it kill you to put it in the same key as the rest of the music in the advert?
  • People who use the word "unfortunately" when they don't mean it.
    You don't care that I can't do that thing I'm trying to do. It's no skin off your nose. So don't patronise me by bemoaning my poor fortune.
  • Unnecessary layers of management.
    The most extreme example of this I've seen came while I was temping for a loss adjustment company. An insurance company hired a firm of solicitors who hired the loss adjusters who hired some surveyors who hired some building contractors who hired some builders who charged the building contractors who charged the surveyors who charged the loss adjusters who charged the solicitors who hired some cost recovery specialists to recover the costs from the insurance company who hired their own cost recovery specialists to recover the fees from the person whose fault it might have been (but they weren't sure). Unsurprisingly, the whole case (which was incredibly boring, something to do with a little crack in someone's living room wall which may or may not have had something to do with a tree outside the window) took several years to resolve, by which time the crack had probably gone all the way up the wall and broken the house.
  • Spar.
    Why is it I can go into Tesco Express, buy lunch, dinner, toilet roll and a few household essentials and spend approximately £10, while I do the same in your rotten little shop and have to spend £20 for inferior products? Also, one of your cashiers needs to buy some deodorant.
  • The X-Factor.
    Simon Cowell was quoted this week (in the Star, admittedly, but I'll let that pass for the sake of this rant) as saying "The Beatles wouldn't have won the X-Factor". Good. That means they actually have a future and won't ever do a duet with Flo Rida. Speaking of whom…
  • Flo Rida.
    You can rap in triplets. Well done. Now try writing your own songs instead of pinching other peoples'. Which reminds me…
  • Cover versions that aren't cover versions.
    Sugababes recently covered Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy". Badly. Pussycat Dolls recently put out a song which wasn't "I Will Survive" but inexplicably breaks into it completely incongruously halfway through. Flo Rida… ugh, just make him go away. If you're going to cover a song, show it some respect and/or creativity.
  • Radio 1.
    There are more than ten songs in the world. Some of them aren't even done by floppy-haired idiots or women with shiny legs. Please play them.
  • There/Their/They're.
    You learned this in primary school. I can still remember it, so why can't you?
  • Your/You're.
    You also learned this in primary school. I still remember it also.
  • Basic punctuation.
    Capital letter at the start of a sentence. Full stop at the end. No need for kisses. "[Anonymous] is pleased today over it really should be better paid for all the hassle going to enjoy a bottle of wine and a good catch up x" is a sentence that makes fairies cry.
  • Apostrophes.
    Apostrophes denote possession, a missing letter or being pretentious. (People know what a "bus" is now. We don't really need to call it a "'bus" any more. Same for the phone. Or the 'phone.) "Flower's for wedding's" (seen on a road outside Fareham) is not correct. "Please do not use mobile phones or personal stereo's in this area" (seen on South West Trains) is not only incorrect, it is inconsistent. "All reasonable offer's will be considered" is similarly not correct. "Pete's last entry sure was full of vitriol" is correct. "Fish 'n' Chips" is correct.
  • Facebook games.
    No, I don't want to join your Mafia or adopt your stupid spastic black sheep that "turned up" on your farm. If it turned up on your farm, you take care of the little bastard.
  • Facebook.
    Facebook is full of noise. It's like trying to be heard while standing in the middle of a ball pit filled with drunken giggling teenagers at the local Happy Eater while a man shouts "MAFIA WARS! FARMVILLE! AAAAAH!" at the top of his voice. (This has now been allayed somewhat with the launch of Facebook Lite, aka We Wish We Were Twitter.) (Additional note: I still like and use Facebook. But it is getting noisy.)

That's nearly 2,000 words there. I think that's probably enough for now! If you have any pet peeves of your own you'd like to share, please do make them known in the comments.

If all that depressed you, let Maru cheer you up: