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It gets my goat...

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You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

You know what really winds me up? Columnists who use their privileged position merely to get their own personal bugbears off their chests in front of a captive audience. I can barely go a week without opening the paper to be confronted by a column beginning with something like:

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.

Line 'em all up and have them shot, I say.