Or perhaps the question is why NOT me?
Anyway there are a few things that make my blood run cold. These include:
The face of Nicola Roberts from Girls Aloud sans Make Up
Liver dishes. Who the hell eats liver? When I was at school this was a regular dish, and back then dinnerladies could force you to eat all your dinner, so I used to chew it then spit it out into some tissue, hold it in my hand and throw it down the toilet.
Hair so black its blue. No, no, no. Dying over your frizzy blonde mess will black will not turn you into Lucy Lui, been there done that. It will make you look like a stripper and accentuate every single wrinkle you have too.
Then there’s this:
Customs Charging. (yeah, this is what I was actually trying to get at…) A very special package held up by the evil, evil customs team in the UK.
I have no issue with paying tax. 17.5% right, Gordon Brown? Fine. But Parcelforce are possible one of the most evil courier in the UK
then they whack on a handling fee, an administrative fee which will basically double the figure. On this little package, I am dreading the charge they will add – if they’re thick, they may mistake the the $ TW dollar sign for a US $ – then I am in trouble. If they get it right, I still might be looking at quite a fat charge around £40?!
* I asked the other half of some ideas on things that make your blood run cold, but were also amusing. His response was “Dropping your keys down the drain”. That’s not funny, you idiot, I say. Girls, I’m not with him for his creative ingenuity.