It's not individuals I have a problem with. It's people as a group, when they behave like sheep. I dislike, almost to the point of hatred, that David Gates/Bread song called Baby, Am-A Want You because it is so sugary sweet and corny that one listening is able to leave one comatose. And why the hell did Gates have to write am-a in the lyrics for..? I also hate the term bucket-list. Trust the good ol' US of A [raises invisible Stetson] to cheapen the conversational phrase of... I'd love to do that before I die to bucket-list. I hate, to the point of howling, the disease of the rising termination of a sentence. You know the one, it's called the Australian Question Intonation, apparently. Anyway, I'm normally an extremely even tempered person, but I'd cheerfully punch someone's head clean off, with no straggly ends, if they uttered it too much near me. And too much isn't many times. Possibly only once, or maybe, if YOU talk in this fashion, you shouldn't even open your mouth, because I might detect what's coming..! I hate the practice of women celebrities when they do their arms out - pointing applause. Normally one slaps the fingers of one hand into the palm of the other, but these people, because they have painted false nails, or they've been to the manicurist, clap with their hands in the praying position, but they keep their opposing fingers apart, so as not to damage their precious nails. The superficiality of it all makes me want to vomit. Going back to that bucket-list, I think I hate all Americanisms. I would love them if they stayed on the other side of the Atlantic, because they sound fine on the lips of an American. But over here, no thank you. Oh yeah, and why do trailers for films [note, not movies] have to be narrated by a man endeavouring to find the fundamental resonance of his own voice..? I hate that. And when I answer a phone call, I don't pick-up. I answer the phone call. If you remember the film, Dante's Peak, the children implore their grandmother to pick-up. Come on Grandma, pick-up, they say. To this day, I don't know how the rest of the film continues because I'm extracting my foot from the TV tube. As some people will know, I don't watch much TV. I'm extremely selective in my viewing, as it can be an expensive pastime. Can't think of any more offhand. Actually, I don't HATE any of the above. I just thought I'd overreact in a satisfyingly football fan kind of way. Although I think I might realistically make an exception with that Australian intonation. EDIT: Ah, now I see a Poll. Adolf Hitler. I've mentioned the Nazi so that automatically closes the thread.
Ah you've given us a poll. And we're to choose between seven people involved with football (a game) and one man who tried to conquer Europe and exterminated 6 million Jews (certainly not a game). Tough call. Also why would I have any reason to hate or even dislike Kamil Kosowski?
Who do I hate? Every British Prime Minister since and including Leonard James Callaghan but most of all Margaret Thatcher.
I want to turn to violence whenever anyone says they are on a 'journey' when talking about their life rather than a trip to Ibiza.
I myself do not like people saying I myself but what really gets up my nose are people who say should of, could of etc. when what they mean is should have and could have.
Hatred is a sickness. And hatred of others stems, without exception, from an inability to love oneself. That said, I wouldn't shed any tears if Rupert Lowe got aids.
I'm with Godders. I don't hate many people, but Mrs Thatch, she was a horror. Sunny Jim was a decent bloke though, he really did try to stick up for the average guy. A lot of them stabbed him in the back as repayment sadly. Audolf! Hitler gets my vote however from this lot.
I have had a long time to think about this and I have decided that the people who I really hate are people who say: We are all in this together. When quite clearly we aren't. It was quite informative reading the Rich List in the Times on Sunday to see that everyone on the list were richer than they were twelve months ago.
Why is Aaron Martin & Kamil Kosowksi on that list? They don't deserve to be in the same poll as the rest
Just ask yourself what sensitive, caring, heartwarming character started this thread and you have your answer!
Sorry, but Gus Poyet tops the lot. The Prince of Cacafuego with his head so far up his own backside he hasn't seen daylight for three years - his brain is as good as new, given that he has never used it. ....and it looks like we haven't got away from him. Villa and West Brom are apparently sniffing - the fools.
