Welcome to room 101. This isn’t Orwell’s Room 101 - or at least it’s only very loosely linked to it. This Room 101 is the dungeon into which you may consign up to five things you would like completely deleted from existence. More like the memory hole, in fact.
However, if anyone else in the thread can think of a highly plausible reason why one or more of your items really must not be consigned to Room 101, then you’re stuck with them, like an albatross sitting on a millstone, around your neck.
So to begin…
Into Room 101, I would send:
-Any singer who releases more than one single containing their own name in the lyrics. One is not fine, but it’s excusable, do it more than once, though, and you’re goin’ down. Yes, Shakira and Craig David, I’m looking at you.
The losses to the genres of rap and hip hop would, I feel, be quite horrific, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
-Spammers. No excuse. Begone. Depart existence now.
-People who pick up their dog’s shit in a bag, then leave it there in the bag. If you can’t understand this is worse than doing nothing at all, you need to find yourself a different planet to live on.
