People who move to the countryside then want to change everything!
Drink drug drivers.
Boy racers who drive their mum's old corsa's, which they've chopped up, replaced the exhaust with ha catering sized baked bean can, stuck a few go faster stripes on and installed dustbins in the boot for speakers, then deafen everyone with a blast of some rapper Shit as they roar past.
Cars that have 'powered by fairy dust' or some other shit sticker on them. Usually girlfriends of the above boy racer. No, it's not powered by fucking fairy dust, it's powered by petrol that you've just bought at the filling station.
Unicorns.
Women pissing about with their faces, filling this, botoxing that. Fucks sake, unless you've had a disfiguring injury, leave your chops alone. It doesn't make you look sophisticated and mysterious, it makes you look like coco the fucking clown.
Trout pouts. You look like a bloody duck billed platypus. Ridiculous. Stop it.
People who say yeah and like when speaking. So like yeah I was walking down the road like yeah. For the love of God, stop!
Martyrs.
My fucking sister who has Crohn disease, yet doesn't follow dietary advice given by the doctors. Then she fucking sits there clutching her stomach whinging. Fuck off. You will find sympathy in the dictionary between Shit and syphilis!
I'm sure there's more, but I don't want to give myself a headache.