Peoplewho think that getting their mates to come up to me one at a time every two minutes to ask for the same song over and over again is the correct way to request songs in a nightclub. Newsflash; I'm not stupid. It's only going to disincline me from playing that song even more.
Buses that go far too close to the kerb and come with in a fagpaper of knocking my head off with their wingmirrors.
Cokeheads, in general. I have no tolerance for those who think that Bolivian marching-powder is a substitute for having a personality.
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Ian Brown
(the last two go without saying...)
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