I am a ranter. I frequently get on my high horse, or my soap box – whichever is more appealing on the day. I shout at the television (no, it is not just my Grandfather who calls everyone a “stupid bugger” or a “silly sod”) and stamp around the house in indignation at some injustice in the world or at a news item that makes me fume. I often wonder if I should be a politician as I feel I could do a much better job (this is, of course, completely unfounded). I am a snob. I can’t help it. I can’t bear Argos, Superdrug, Asda, Morrison’s, or New Look and I believe Chavs should be corralled and kept in pens, sterilised and made to work.

I’m a 29 year old newly-wed woman. Come rant with me.