Wasps.
Fat, old, bald, scarlet-skinned men that HAVE to be topless at all times.
Drunken England fans crying and kicking off AGAIN.
People over-reacting to 15 degrees of heat.
NSC Binfests over Edgar Davids imminent arrival
The phrase "Time to Gel"
The inevitable greased up hairy German man in a speedo on the beach.
I spend the whole of the absolute shite that is winter dreaming of the summer. There is nothing I hate about it apart from when it is unseasonably cold.
However a recent hate is, whilst at the West Pier paddling pool my lad will run over to the kids who have the young bikini top and hot pants clad Mums. Once I have run over to get him back, it is a little difficult to walk back to where we are sitting, if you catch my drift.