Not annoyed

Law of shopping decrees that when you have money to spend you can't find what you want. Very annoying.

Anti annoyance #1 today was the imagining of a needed pair of trousers and Next - the shop for which I have gift vouchers to spend - having the exact trousers imagined, even when tried on. Purchase made, and the trousers didn't go horrid when in the harsh real light of home.

Additional anti annoyance (#1b) was the breakage of sunglasses en route to Next and replacements being there for £6 - double anti annoyance of getting what was needed AND the stocking of summer goods in January being incredibly useful. (Normal annoyance that it is hard to purchase what you need when you actually need it).

Being incredibly pedantic means being mildly psychotic when words are pronounced wrongly. The level of psychosis increases proportionally with the importance of the speaker: people in shops erring as such induce a feeling of superiority; people reading the news making the same error induce a murderous rage.

Pet hate is the pronunciation of the word "controversy". It is marginally reassuring that there are those who consider the wrong pronunciation to be correct and so are offended by the way I say it. But it still rankles something rotten when someone important says it the Wrong Way.

So, watching Newswipe with Charlie Brooker - who is very, very important - a day after it was on, as is the way, there was an enormous anti annoyance when he said "controversy" approximately 18 times in a minute. Correctly.

Naturally had he used the Wrong Way, I would have turned off the television and never allowed him to darken my consciousness again.

Or I might have been annoyed and muttered about it and done precisely nothing except worshipped him a little less. Something.

So. I find myself not annoyed and that's just not much fun. Here's hoping tomorrow consists of the usual irritating annoyances.