Who do you hate?

Marcello Carlin.

(This is not true. Actually I love Marcello Carlin.)

and here's the most boring answer there could be hah! ;-) don't hate anyone really. get annoyed at people, get let down by people, get lied to by people, get shut out by people, but there's no one i'd reduce to the level of hatred.

At the moment, anyone who works for a telephone company and the entire British legal system, but it'll pass.

I sense you have great inner beauty Marcello.

i am also heterosexual.

so how about those Yankee's?

i am a failed italian/scottish experiment. i know no yankees.

Gavin: a former friend, who i stopped talking to abot 2 and a half years ago. The most narrow-minded, unpleasant, sarcastic, mean person I've ever known.

Hazel: girl in my secondary school. Horribly bitchy and two-faced.

My boss: she's whingey, patronising, anal, no fun to work with.

Mrs. Noonan: former primary school teacher. It was a happy day when she was hospitalised, and we had a substitute teacher...

Hating people is a waste of time, and it's more sensible to just be on reasonably good terms with everyone, but I just can't help myself sometimes...

I don't think I hate anyone. I don't like how some people react sometimes and how some people treat others but that's just insecurity I suppose.

hahaha Marcello, you're a sweetie. :-) Thanks for the cheer-up email. I have slept on the couch a little bit and felt (delusionally!) better. Then I read some Beadrillard during lunch.... end result? I feel sick again. hahaha I don't hate anyone by the way.

i hate beadrillard

(actually i probably don't, i just think he became v.lazy round abt the time he became slightly famous)

tim hopkins once pointed out that i only seem to hate records i have never actually heard!! this is i expect true of people also: tho what w.my mum and all, my impatience threshold is v.low currently

SO WATCH OUT!!

just kiddin ya (kinda)

I hate the guy who took my room in a shared flat in Edinburgh after I moved out. He STOLE my records that I'd left stored in a cupboard in the hall (I trusted the other people), took them to a second hand record shop, and SOLD THEM! Wouldn't you hate the fucker?

I dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night, got as rough as I could, and the police came round but couldn't do anything about him. He disappeared, and next day I went through the stuff in his room hoping to get revenge. All his music was on cassette. He had lots of Prince. He also had a near complete collection of Timbuk 3 (I think that's the name - the "Future's so bright gotta wear shades" guys). I couldn't believe it. All the rest was junk. I think I got about £25 for the lot. He probably got £500 for my stuff. I will always hate that fucker.

yowch

i don't hate anyone, i just have urges to make them suffer sometimes

I hate Leoytard and Deleaze

aw, you grouch

did you ask the other people in the house why they'd let him sell your records?

It comes and goes. I once wanted to kill Virginia Bottomley, but now I'm totally indifferent to her. Still hate Gillian Shephard, though: the Archer connection is enough.

Current hatreds:

Gazz, surname unknown - Cumbrian Tory councillor on usenet who appears to know nothing about anything

Joe Royle, football manager - the Oldham connection, mainly

any team managed by Joe Royle, even Ipswich Town

Peter Watson, right-wing Christian fundie usenet loon and wild conspiracy theorist

and Nickelback, for being such blatantly obvious FUCKING WANKERS

Gareth, it wasn't like anyone was designated to guard the records. Also, he didn't take 'em all. Just a hundred albums or so. Mostly the best ones. So to anyone except me it would look like they were still there.

oh, ok. why did they allow such an untrustworthy person to live there (actually, i suppose its not always obvious)

robin, why do you hate oldham specifically. royles a bit on the irritating side, i'll give you that (i wondered why ipswich didnt hold out for david o'leary, unless he's holding out for the west ham job)

Nobody I know - there are plenty of political figures, but that ain't in the rules of this game, so no one.

There are some bullies from elementary school I sometimes wish revenge on, but I'm not sure I hate them. I guess I only truly hate a handful people - like Hitler - but I never met him so...

no one i know. don't actually know many ppl tho'.

myself.
;-)

Gareth:

the professional northerners' image they had under Royle. the fan who called Ian Wright a "black cunt". not beating Man Utd in the 1990 semi-final, which would have made it much easier for Crystal Palace to (gasp!) actually win a major honour. fluking three wins in a week in May 1993 to send Palace down. playing GRACIE FIELDS over their PA to celebrate avoiding relegation in 1996 (come on!) at such a volume that it almost destroyed my radio.

now obviously the Palace stuff is just my own bitterness, but also, inevitably, there is the culture of racial separatism that has developed in the town, and the way that the local council apparently wilfully distanced itself from the integrationist worldview and ethos of Manchester and other major northern towns and cities, as if to say "we are the *true* north. we don't need all that". rightly or wrongly - and it may be wild prejudice, I haven't been there - I associate the image of Brian and Michael / Houghton Weavers northernness that they cleverly engineered under Royle with this general backwardness. it seems to me that Oldham Athletic presented this very definite, exclusive cultural image which suggested that only white traditionalists could ever "belong" to the town, the surest way of stirring up tension on all sides.

12,000 BNP votes (the total across Oldham's two constituencies) in 2001 couldn't have come from nowhere, because far-right parties just DON'T DO THAT WELL in this country as a matter of course: there must surely have been a process setting them in motion. a football club reflects the self-image of the town where it is located ... can you see where I'm coming from here, Gareth? I have no brief for Man Utd, but the idea (encouraged implicitly by Royle's rhetoric) that Oldham were still a "true northern" organisation through not employing players like Eric Cantona, while MUFC were somehow cosmopolitan traitors because they had wider ambitions, repulses me.

I hate quite a lot of the people I work with. It's not even like an overstated dislike. There is someone at work a couple of us discussed getting rid of in no uncertain terms. It's this all consuming hatred that makes me unable to sleep or function properly, it's eating away at me, making me ill.

The only solution is to quit my job, does anyone have a job for me?

I hate the girl at univerity who called my friend a "fucking swot". You insult one swot, you insult us all. I hate her so much that I can't look at her. And I hate the teacher who expelled my brother from primary school.

Gene Wilder.. I can't stand the guy. I'm not sure why, he's just one of my many irrational hatreds.
Oh Robin, Joe Royle lives just round the corner from me... We often see him raking up the leaves in his garden on a sunday afternoon.. he's got a wierd shaped head. (Gazza used to live a bit further up the road too.)

Every Monday for a year (2000 --> 2001) I spent 4 hours making choc tops (chocolate covered ice creams sold at cinemas) with a psychotic called Michelle, who endeavoured to make life hell, and who made Sunday evenings depressing for me by the mere prospect of her continuing existence come Monday. One morning I almost hit her, and anyone who knows me will tell you that this is astonishing to the point of unbelievability - I'm generally a big pussy. Three weeks later I quit my job and found work at another cinema.

When I think about her now I still get tense with repressed rage.

''The only solution is to quit my job, does anyone have a job for me?''

ally- you're not making a good case for yourself if you talk abt getting rif of ppl you don't like are you?

Allegedly (tm) the BNP zine sales at Oldham home games were ten times that for any other club.

Julio: I'm not getting into details here. The man has slapped me and not been fired. This is possibly the least of his altercations with coworkers, up to and including the firing of someone for no reason, effectively destroying their life. Believe me, what I have in mind for the man is far, far milder than what others do.

a man i work with whose offences include:
having a blond moustache
wearing grey marl tracksuit pants with no undies whilst operating a vacuum cleaner
standing in yr way
stretching and standing in yr way
snide yet inane laugh
"that's not in my area"
useless commentary

it's less hate than disgusted pity and revulsion though.

minna, you work with Gold Chains?

I can well believe that claim about BNP publications, Andrew

hehe, if gold chains was 42 and still lived with his mum

THE PIXIES!

trudat!