The Catherine Tate Show, and people who guffaw at it when it's about as funny as a cocktail stick in the eye.
Chavs, particularly those who seem to live on the bus, blasting crappy music from their phones.
Yes, yes, yes to both. My parents watch that utter tripe and I get angry at them for finding it funny. It's about as funny as finding out you have 1 minute to live.
And those phone blasters. I really hate them. It just shows so little respect or consideration for anyone around you. Every day, without fail, this scrawny little runt struts onto my bus, sits down at the back and whips out his "bling" mobile, blasting what must be the worst music known to mankind via his tinny, treble-heavy phone speakers, at high volumes. I'm still a bit tired and irritable, I've not long been awake. I've forgotten my iPod. No one else on the bus is making any noise whatsoever.
He still feels no shame in doing it. I actually felt embarassed for him today because the music was so poor and everyone on the bus could hear it so clearly. I'm sure he goes out of his way to locate the worst music ever created. Poorly produced "garage" beats with vocal sampling that makes you want to tear your hair out. Chipmunk voices. God damn
chipmunk voices for flip's sake. Days go by and I contemplate turning around telling him to STFU, but I'd then face an awkward bus ride every morning.
...Oh my, I appear to have ranted....