Moaning, whingeing and going on and on...

Old fat chefs, binge-drinking men, swearing editors, teenage belly-waving women, bad driving wheelie bins, pierced phone-hugging web-surfing babies, networking tattooed young pensioners, middle-aged old thin meat-eating orange-skinned vegans, brightly dyed grey long-short haired undergraduates and pregnant traffic wardens wearing those plastic clogs with holes in, really make mad.

There, I've said it, now read it again and have a think about where you have heard it before...

This is how I hear the subterfuge, the burbling miserable moan-barrage that seems to be a carpet that we walk on, a wall that surrounds us, the whinge-soaked media is driving me bananas.

SHUT UP! Stop moaning. There are more important things to think about.