EVERYBODY loves their granny, don’t they? Well count me out. I hate my granny. And I hate your granny too.
In fact, I hate all grannies, every single last one of them. With their twinkly smiles, pensions and bags of Werther’s Originals, they make my blood boil. Call me unfeeling if you like, but the sooner every last granny in Britain is dead and buried, the better.
And I’ll be the first one to dance on their graves.
Puppies and kittens? Pass the sick bag!
l KITTENS and puppies. Aren’t they cute? Well no, as it happens, they’re not. I hate them. With their big eyes, little wet noses and waggy tails, they make me sick to the very pit of my stomach.
And what’s more, I hate anyone who…
