» My Biggest Disappointment

when my aunt burnt the rice pudding
When I was about 6 years old we went on a family holiday to Cornwall. They were always a great laugh - a big farmhouse, me, my bother, mum, dad, aunt, uncle, cousins and grandparents. Around this time I was very very fond of rice pudding, so much so that I had been pestering my mum all day and had been promised my heart's desire that evening. I cannot over emphasize just how much I wanted rice pudding. It was my aunt's turn to do the cooking that night and although it is not hard to heat a tin of rice pud up she managed to burn it, much of it sticking to the bottom of the pan. It tasted disgusting - I was totally incensed, just old enough to know it was only bloody rice pudding and really I should get a grip, but young enough still to lack emotional control - I felt my white hot rage and utter disappointment immediately, intensely and completely. I just didn't know what to do, so I flounced off hissing "it's burnt", tears pouring down my cheeks.
(Thu 26th Jun 2008, 16:06, More)

» Pet Peeves

suggs's advert voice
it's just horrible, so sort of smarmy and trying to sound polite - urg.
(Fri 2nd May 2008, 15:16, More)

» Pet Peeves

patronising signs at work
there's one in our shitter that reads exactly like this,

"PLEASE HOLD THE
FLUSH BUTTON DOWN
WHEN YOU HAVE
DONE
NUMBER TWO'S SO
THE TOILET
THEN GETS A FULL
FLUSH"
(Fri 2nd May 2008, 16:29, More)

» Phobias

chewing foil, mum eating and not closing the front door properly
Not really a phobia but I cannot stand, when eating sweets or anything that has individual units wrapped in foil like Toffos, biting off a little bit of the foil wrapper by accident and it rubbing on my fillings as I chew, making my mouth go metally. It's making my arms tingle just writing about it.

When I was a child the sound of my mum chewing her dinner really freaked me out - also in the summer when she had bare feet she would sometimes stretch out her legs and spread her toes out, for some reason I used to find this quite disgusting. Actually I think I was a horrible horrible ungrateful child - I found my old spirograph in the loft the other day and on the bit of thick cardboard used to pin the cogs and wotnot to I had drawn a bedraggled woman with a dripping nose and underneath I had written, "Mums work is disgusting, she puts her hands in the toilet" and on the other side "Mums got gooleys".

I am always scared I have left the front door open by accident after leaving my house, and being aware of this I usually deliberately pay attention and register it's successfully shut. Sometimes I forget though and have even had to turn the car round mid journey to go home and check (I pretend to go in a get something). I have had it where I did one of these checks and then couldn't remember again if I had closed the door properly after I left the second time. Maybe I should just do a visual inspection instead of starting up a whole new opening/closing the door session, but I don’t want people to know that’s what I’m doing you see.
(Fri 11th Apr 2008, 14:04, More)