I don’t like getting ill. Snivelling, coughing, sneezing – basically anything that involves mucus is not my thing.
These people deserve to be murdered.
Ok. I’ll admit it.
Oh yeah, this is a personal hell. Girls sitting on their boyfriends laps on public transport.
I went to the dentists for the first time in TEN YEARS the other week.
As I’m sure you’re aware, you can play the National Lottery online. You can set up an account, deposit some money and then buy virtual tickets for the big draw on a Saturday or Wednesday night.
Going on a plane is always exciting. You’re either going on holiday, which is pretty cool, or you’re on a business trip – which in my experiences have been pretty rare and so are also pretty exciting.
This is pretty awkard isn’t it? You visit a mates house for a nice, relaxing afternoon that incorporates Fifa 12, Jeff Stelling and several gallons of beer and yet your over-riding memory of the whole day will be hearing his missus taking a leak.
I recently worked for a company in Shoreditch and sat relatively closely to this bearded man who has recently created a hit TV format for ITV. I had no idea what his name was but we had that habit of nodding hello to each other when we entered the office – nice, polite British stuff.
I recently got a cab home with my girlfriend after enjoying a few drinks in a North London pub. Won the way home we began discussing a few problems we’ve been having with anti-social behaviour around our flat, when out of nowhere the taxi driver decided to weigh in with his two-penneth.