Just in case you want to read yet another ..... (Room 101)

Member Name: idodoyou

Product:	Room 101
Date:	21/03/02 (206 review reads)
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I can see it now.
Dooyoo members all over the land feasting their beady little eyes, or not so beady whatever the case might be, upon their screens and finding yet another 'Room 101' op sitting amongst other new opinions. I can hear the cries of 'Oh my god .... not another one', as you all clasp your heads in desperation.

Please don't.
Cry out and clasp your heads that is. It's not the reaction I like my opinions to receive.

I did try to refrain from adding my two penneth but I was overcome with the urge to tell my fellow members of my hates. My dislikes. Or my general p**s offs.

Of which, I actually thought there were many. But since thinking about, and writing this op, I find that I'm not as disagreeable, cantankerous, and down right as miserable as I thought I was.

Ok, so maybe I am ......

Ladies and Gentlemen, pick a chair, room side seats are still available. Pick one now for a first class view of life's little foibles that are sent to test, try and generally p**s off idodoyou.

It could be a long journey?

When you think about it, it's oh so stupid.
How such innate and at times pathetic little things annoy, irk and totally gets the goat of the most rational and sanest of minds [and yes, I have put my mind in that category!]

Things such as men with long fingernails [bluerghh ~ as men all over dooyoo land look down at their hands and say to themselves, 'Well I like em long'!]]. People who wear those canvas boating shoes with socks. Cheap trainers [call me a snob but if they ain't named I don't wanna know]. Or men that wear light blue jeans with cowboy boots [with bent toes] trying to, and failing miserably to look like Mel Gibson circa his Lethal Weapon era.

As I said, trivial little things, but, things that have the ability to make me cringe, shudder and seethe.

[Sorry to all of those long finger nailed
Gibson wannabes out there but you make me wanna hurl!!]

On to a more rational line of thought, and maybe a line that won't have people thinking I'm totally nuts, and probably a line that many other minds follow.

~ RUDE PEOPLE ~ Or as I like to call them t*****s, w*****s, d**kheads, or any other totally unladylike expletive that comes to mind if, and when they normally do, p**s me off. I'm sorry for the swearing but lack of manners makes me mad. It costs nothing to say hello, goodbye, thank you, or generally show some respect.

I work in retail. And it's something that on the whole .... I hate. And yes, before anybody goes forth and comments along the lines of 'change jobs', I'm trying.

Y'see, working with the public has made me hate people.

Now, I realise that certain circumstances can determine how you treat people, and how the world sees you. And I also realise that life does not throw forward the ability to be in a good mood 24/7. But what does it cost to answer the hello that you have been greeted with? What does it cost to say thank you and goodbye? What do manners cost at all?

I realise that some of you have been dragged up and wouldn't know a manner if it bit you on the arse, but can't you learn by example? If I say hello, please just say hello back? If I do something for you, a thank you is all I'm asking for. And when I say tata, don't just look at me as if I just kicked your kid, just say goodbye and then you can forget all about me as you spend the rest of your day being as ignorant and ill mannered as you usually are! But I must warn you, make the most of being an ignoramus cos as soon as that door opens ...

~ GUM CHEWERS ~ Err, before I have you all commenting in agreement at what you think is our mutual dislike for the actual chewing of the gum part, let me clarify.

I chew gum. Always have done, always will. But please don't th
ink I'm a female Alex Ferguson. That I'm not. I'm a 'tucked up the corner out of the way only to be chewed at intervals' kinda chewer. In fact, you'd hardly know I chewed at all.

No, what I hate about the stuff is the fact that every street you walk down, every road you have the need to cross, you see blobs of the stuff every bloody where.

Near bins are the worst.

Little raised black splodges scattered around the foot of the bin where the chewee has been too lazy to actually walk over to the bin and drop it in the rubbish receptacle, but has instead aimed at the small round hole from 20 odd yards away, thrown and totally missed.

Since when you did you all turn into pitchers for the New York Yankees?

The fact is you didn't. You haven't. And you probably never will. Just walk over and drop it in. Don't be a t****r all of your life.

~ CAR DRIVERS ~ Or to be more specific, blind car drivers.
Or, to be even more specific, car drivers that seem to go out of their way to get me off of the roads.
The car drivers that can't, don't, or won't see Scooters, Mopeds, Motorbikes or Bicycles. And yes. They do exist. Or rather, they do exist in Norwich and surrounding areas.

What is it with you hey? Do you think that because we don't have four wheels we don't deserve to be on the roads? Or are you under the illusion that we have the power to go straight through your cars when you pull out in front of us?

Is it that you choose to ignore the bright head light, which is on night and day, coming towards you?

I pay tax y'know. I do have the right to be on the highways and byways. And contrary to what you might believe, you don't own the roads.

Ok, so I don't *do* queues, and I have the ability to nip in and out of traffic while you are left sitting waiting in jams and probably seething as I steam down the inside and l
eave you all standing [laughing at your plight and the fact that I'll be home before you!!] But surely that's not a good enough reason for trying to kill me? For trying to kill any two wheeled riders? Is it?

If you don't already, and many of you never do, just show a little respect for other people on road ok?

There are no roads in the room so todays drive into work might have been your last?

I'm on a roll now ...
The things in life I hate are flowing thick and fast now.

RELIGION ~ Why is it that those that worship a supposed higher being think that we, those that don't, need to?

Why is it that they think we are all in need of guidance and need to change our ways? And why do they feel the need to try and change us just as Eastenders is starting, or you've just began to eat?

If I wanted to know the ways of Jehovah, or Christ I would go out of my way to find them out.
If I wanted to change my ways and follow those of a supposed higher being, I would.
But the fact that I haven't means that I don't. Surely that would tell them something?
But no, there they are, on my doorstep, and on street corners trying to convert me to their way of thinking.

Of course, if Religion was just a case of followers of various keeping themselves to themselves and letting others live their lives as they see fit, life would run much smoother. And this space in this op would be taken up by something equally as nauseating.

But events throughout the ages tell us that people of various religions can not live and let live.

I can see no end to the fighting and incongruous way of life that has been brought forth through religion. Therefore ditch the lot I say. Eradicate the reason for the senseless killings of innocent people. Stop the weekly visits from the emancipated looking tie wearing twerps that don't watch Eastenders and therefore see no reason why others
should.

Kill religion. Or rather send it to the room ....

~ VARIOUS PEOPLE ~ I defy anybody to state that they like everybody and mean it.
If they do.
They're lying!
Human nature is such that not everybody likes and gets on with everybody. Why, I reckon there are probably a couple of people that have gone off me during their reading of this op. Especially if they have long nails or wear cowboy boots with bent toes!

Now, I could tell you that the woman who works in my local mini mart bugs the hell out of me, but you don't know her, or who I'm talking about. So I won't. Instead, I'll list the people that we have to endure when we switch on our goggleboxes.

If these people had some talent, any talent at all, the cruel twist of fate that put them in the limelight in the first place would be bearable. Unfortunately ..... they don't. And it's far from bearable.

What is ANTHEA TURNER all about hey? Just what has she done? What does she do? And why is she here? If you can answer any of the aforementioned questions with a reasonably viable answer, she can stay.

Goodbye Anthea!

The same can be said for JIM CAREY, MIKE MYERS and BEN ELTON. All three put together don't have enough talent to fill a thimble. In fact, my dog has more talent than those three. Funny? I think not.
There's just something about them that makes me wanna, and do, shudder.

TaTa Benny, Jimbo and Mike. Get used to those walls ....

~ RHUBARB + CELERY ~ Out of all the grub that I've tried, tested, and continue to scoff throughout my 20 odd years, these two I've never eaten.

I never will.

The smell, the look, the mere thought of these stick like lengths of putridness makes me wanna hurl.

All. All. All. Every single stick of Rhubarb and Celery are in that room.
There is no passing go. There will be no collecting of 200 more sticks. I
t's the end of the game for these ingredients from the devil.

~ RAIN ~ I hate the rain. The bane of all two wheeled riders the world over. Although, my hatred of this type of weather didn't start as soon as I became a 'biker' [for the want of a better word. Somehow I don't think that a 50cc 'put put' rider constitutes being called a 'biker'!!]

I've always hated the rain.

I mean, apart from the obvious attributes of being a major factor in lifes water cycle the act of dropping gallons of the wet stuff outta of the sky serves no purpose what so ever does it?

Oh, it's okay if you want frizzy hair in the damp.
But I don't.
It's okay if you like trawling around the shops with a dripping wet umbrella and wet feet.
But I don't.
It's okay if you can sit at home, in the dry and watch it hit the window.
But I can't.

Invariably, it bloody well starts to rain as soon as I'm thinking of leaving the house. As soon as I'm thinking of leaving work. As soon as I'm thinking of walking the dog, or partaking in any other outside activity.

Ladies and Gentlemen, there is one thing that you can guarantee in life, and that's that idodoyou is going to get pis ... err, I mean rained upon.

As this is not really the time or place to be practical, the fact that the lack of rain will totally screw up the water cycle makes no difference. It's going in to the room.

In fact, while I'm about it, all weather apart from the really hot and the snow white Christmas card scenes can go roomwards too.
In an ideal world, in idodoyou's ideal world there would be 9 months of sunshine, the hot stuff. And then 3 months of snow and minus temperatures.

If you don't like it, move, or head roomwards where you'll find wind, frost and rain.

And now, the end is near, and so I start the final chuckout ..
...

~ SLEEP ~ Go forth to those four walls sleep!!
You take at least 7 hours away from me every night.
I've had enough.
And I want them back.
I need those hours.

I wouldn't mind you taking them but you just waste them.
You make me dream stupid things. You make me dream cruel things [I won the lottery the other night. It was so so vivid. It was so so cruel. D'you know how awful it is to wake up poor after being a millionairess for the night??]

And why do you take them when I'm not at work?
That is just not fair. I don't get much time off anyway. And bugger me, you come and nick 7 or 8 hours off me just like that. Why can't you have em during the day. During my work shift? I wouldn't mind if you wasted them then.

But you don't do you? Oh no. You sneak up and swipe em when I'm in the middle of a good book. Or when the film is just getting exciting. Or a stonker of an op has just been posted. You never come when there's nothing on. When the books are boring. Or dooyoo is down for repairs.

Sleep, you are mean!

You are taking my time. You are heading roomwards.

Bye bye sleep.

~ SNAKE/LEOPARD SKIN ~ I ain't talking actual real animal skin here, cos well basically, any animal skin that ain't being worn by the animal should be in here.

Nah, I'm talking the fake stuff. Y'know, Bet Lynch. Kat Slater. Cushions. Car Seats. Any thing covered in this epitome of common. I?m sorry, but I hate it.
There is just nothing nice about it at all is there?

I can't see the attraction at all. I mean, it isn't as if it looks real is it? And it most certainly doesn't look nice. Bluerghhh!

Pah ... everything covered in, or even anything with a mere hint of either snake or leopard print is being evicted.

Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

On that note, I'm going. I think that I've
managed to list all my pet hates.

That's to say, there's no more that spring to mind at this specific moment in time.
But that's not to say that there'll be no more tomorrow.
They tend to grow y'know .....

Although, I'm sure I didn't used to be so disagreeable?
Perhaps that getting older and cantankerous thing is true ...??

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