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Are one of the things in life that drive me nuts.

Now we all, no matter how good we are or how well intentioned we try to be, act inconsiderately from time to time. We are distracted or worried about something and we get it wrong. But some people just don’t seem to think there is anybody else in the world, and all this is here just for them.

Now I am not talking about people being inconsiderate on a grand scale, like the abusing the environment or treating loved ones badly or their animals or children poorly, but on a smaller, petty day to day scale. And lets face it, that is where most of the things that make you want to scream take place. Also, I am a pretty petty person so it bugs the crap out of me.

Examples –

The idiots who will stop to have a chat on a crowded street pavement that has been reduced to two people wide, right at the point where it narrows. Not a care in the world and when you ask them to “excuse” you they give you a look like you are a bully.

People who come straight through lift doors without thinking you may be standing in the damn lift wanting to come out, not have a head on collision with the one person in the world who thinks the lift is theirs and theirs alone.

The close relations to the above people who get straight on the crowded train without letting anyone off first, and yes – I do try to walk into them if I can. Bastards.

People who sit on public transport talking to their mates who are either there or on the other end of the mobile and swear like, well like I normally do on here actually, when there are kids under 10 sitting near them.

People who spit on the street! God you vile and sick fuckers.

Smokers who smoke on platforms and other places where smoking is quite clearly not permitted. Twats.

People who get to the top or bottom of escalators and just stop, right there. Llwnts!

And of course, the kings of “all this is mine and you are scum” Cyclists in London.

Well I don’t know about you but I feel better now.

To make a good record. The artists effort and inspiration and sweat and time are paid for by the record company, the studio time, the instrument hire, the producers expertise, the equipment hire, the session musicians, the ridiculous demands of the artist for exotic viands and potions, the classic effects and instruments hired from specialist suppliers, the re-mixing, the packaging, the promotion….

Loads of time and effort and money to make it sound as good and aurally pleasing as possible.

So why after all this effort, do total fuckwits walk down the street listening to this painstakingly prepared product on the awful tinny speakers of a mobile phone and think its cool!?

A friend sent me this link, I think they know me too well.

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/top-photos/photos.html

But I am sure they also know the questions I will be asking

"Are they real?"

"Why were they trying the case at all?"

"Why was she trying to get into a room through a hole?"

"Why is she not wearing a bikini?"

Its all too much first thing in the morning.

I hope you have a great day and thankyou very much for being you.

You are an angel.

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