The Dance Floor Farters
Picture the scene. You're up having a boogie with your girlos, living your best life, when suddenly your nostrils are assaulted by the overpowering stench of a spluttery Guinness fart. You're first instinct is to flee the scene in utter disgust but you're also compelled to glance around and attempt to identify the culprit so you can put a face to this filthy animal. Maybe I sound a bit dramatic but I'm not joking when I say that some farts have the power to clear a dance floor like Moses parting the Red Sea. Seriously lads, if you feel a rumble in the jungle then do the decent thing. Go to the bathroom, go outside, cup it in your hands and throw it in your bloody handbag if you have to, just don't release that evil up in here.
The Bathroom Brigade
As someone with a bladder the size of a pea and a stomach weaker than the male ego, I can safely say that I spend at least 80% of my time in the toilet on a night out. I know that there's nothing worse than having to wait in line for the jacks when you're on the verge of wetting yourself and/or projectile vomiting but I have zero tolerance for people knocking on cubicle doors like a battering ram. Is there anything worse than when you're in the toilet trying to puke in peace and some hun is hammering on the door telling you to hurry up. Obviously I do not support those who use nightclub bathrooms as their own personal drug dens, but show some compassion for us pukey princesses who just want to have a tactical chunder.
The Creeps
You know these people. The ones who lurk around the dance floor scoping out their prey before shimmying their way over and grinding up against you while you give your friends the wide-eyed 'help me' look. Seriously, what is the matter with these people? Where you raised in the wilderness? Have you no basic social skills? Do you think that you're going to pull by rubbing your sweaty crotch on some poor unsuspecting stranger? I will forever be bewildered by this behaviour and what's even worse about it is that they make YOU out to be the worst in the world when you tell them to go away! Why yes, you did just come over here uninvited and press your genitals on me but sure, I'm the real villain in this situation...
The Queue Skippers
This goes for the bar, toilet, taxi rank, chipper and everything else in between. People who skip queues need to cop the fuck on. We're all here for the same reason and you ain't nothin' special so get in line and wait your turn like the rest of us. And don't even think about trying to brush it off like you don't realise what you're doing because I see your crafty mind at work! Oh you're friend is at the top of the line and you need to get to them? Well tough titties because I've been waiting for these garlic cheese chips for forty five minutes and nothing on this earth will keep me from them so you can take your sorry ass to the back of the line.
The Mirror Hoggers
Come on gals, we're all in the same boat here. We all just want to fix our hair, touch up our lippy and be on our merry way. I know I'm sounding totally Mean Girls here but can't we all just get along? I know you might be in a rush but that's no excuse to mooch in while someone is trying to use the mirror. We all want to be stunning so just give your fellow gals a chance to fix themselves before you bulldoze your way through, Mac lipstick in hand, and boot them bout of the way. There's no reason why you should be exiting the bathroom looking like Kim K while the rest of us are going around like Beetlejuice after trying to apply makeup using our front camera in the smoking area.