When I am at work eating my lunch at my desk and Jane comes over (I am going to use the name "Jane" to protect Jan's true identity) and says "I have a question, oh, are you at lunch?" and I say "yes I am" and then she asks me a work related question anyway. It's one step away from knocking on the toilet door and saying "Oh, are you doing a poo? Well anyway...."

And she is the toilet paper monitor - giving out three sheets each request.

Golf on the radio... what's the f***ing point

When I was a young girl my Mother said to me.. You listen here kid you're CPFC

People whistling, going up the escalator at Liverpool Street station yesterday some prat whistling right behind me, bast*rd!

What about a staring contest on the radio?

Could be worse - what about Chess on the radio ?

The next stage is "Blind Chess" (I am not sure of the correct name).

Two players, three chess, two partitions. The two players each only has white or black pieces. Between the partitions is a board with all pieces and an adjudicator.

People who owe you money trying to knock you whilst posting on Facebook about their expensive weekend jollying it up

When I was a young girl my Mother said to me.. You listen here kid you're CPFC