SOME things in life are clearly disgusting, like racism or Michael Gove jogging. But some things we like to pretend aren’t. Such as these:
Everyone has green teabags in the back of their cupboard as a result of an abandoned attempt at a better lifestyle. Six months later you’ll try another ‘health kick’ and continue to pretend it doesn’t taste like swamp water. Stop lying to yourself and have a coffee and a Jammie Dodger instead.
They’re man or woman’s best friend, but there is no need to effectively French kiss your cocker spaniel. You feed them dog food made out of f**k knows what every day and have to stop them eating their own shits. Think about what’s going into your mouth.
This opulent seafood has been gracing menus for hundreds of years despite being absolutely revolting. Every time you eat one is like a mini panic attack, a form of culinary waterboarding. And if they’re so nice why do people drown them in tabasco, cocktail sauce or anything to mask the taste?
It may be sold as pampering or a shortcut to relaxation, but let’s call it what it is: a stranger’s wandering hands all over your body. To the sound of tedious whale song. For a full hour. Well done, you’ve just spent £70 to be groped in a room above a betting shop.
Public displays of affection
Great fun if you’re a self-absorbed, loved-up couple. But actually quite nauseating for onlookers, especially in a confined environment like the Tube, where other people are growing increasingly nervous that you’re about to actually start copulating in public like dogs.
Admit it – you haven’t washed them in months. No one has. Do that with other clothing and you’d be sitting through a very awkward disciplinary chat at work. Yes, they’re hard-wearing. But you’re not a cowboy. You just smell like one.