Family is the one thing that is definitely not disposable.
I still can't set up the ironing-board. A complete Luddite.
I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad, including giant knees, I didn't get his good, thick hair. I got my mother's thin, wispy, non-event hair instead.
I can't stand folk who are all snobby about reality TV.
Without fake tan I have the skin tones of a dead jellyfish.
Well, I really don't like heights. I don't get on the top deck of a double-decker because that's a bit high for me. I always feel that I'm going to hurl myself off, so heights are a problem.