Pet peeves...

I was on a dating site recently that asked me to list my pet peeves. I had to rack my brains thinking of current ones. I used to have a column in the local paper where I moaned on ad infinitum :-), but it's gone now. My gripes against Natwest bank are so long standing they're on a zimmerframe. In the end for this site, I put the 'mispelling of the word definite' (more common that you'd think) and 'the deification of reality tv "stars"' but that was a bit half arsed, truth be told.
Today though has brought the delightful spectacle of a mobile phone company (in this instance Three) being unable to deregister a phone I've aquired secondhand to use for work, giving me a website address that is wrong in order to unlock it myself and now a delay of a least a week for someone to push a button somewhere. Oh good.
I always get extremely irked when phoning these companies - banks, utility providers, phones, etc, if you are NOT their customer, because the first thing the automated voice does is instruct you to enter your phone/customer number. As the account for that number has been deactivated, the machine then doesn't register it. You have to go all round the houses, when all you want to do IS ACTUALLY SPEAK TO SOMEONE.
Another annoyance, of the category of 'where do all the matching socks and working biros go?' is the 'Why is there no large bayonet bulb for the light that has just gone in the hallway in my collection, yet I have all the other options...?' That happened today too. You can bet your bottom dollar that whenever the next bulb - a small screw, shall we say, needs replacing, there will be at least 56 large bayonets in the collection. Pah!
I thought I'd cheered myself up by realising that if Brexit does ever goes ahead, we'll be finally freed from the awfulness of Eurovision, but even this wafer-thin silver lining proved to be not so. Can't remember why now, the red mist descended when I tried to read the info. I'm not the first to observe that we could have The Beatles as our entry, with magically resurrected John and George, and we'd still be scraping about 3 from the bottom. Tell you what, let's leave Eurovision instead of the EU. Much more satisfactory.