You know what really burns my biscuits? The pervasiveness of advertising. When a dress I have coveted, turns up as an ad in a news story I’m fuming over, the only impulse it triggers is a burning need for a restraining order. Furthermore, does anyone actually watch an ad on YouTube? I feel as if like me, everyone spends that tortuous five seconds anxiously awaiting the salvation of the “Skip Add” button to deliver us from whatever-who-gives-a-shit-I-wasn’t-listening product. The intrusion into every aspect of our lives with this desperate straw grasp for relevance leaves the attempt for attention as impotent as that poor fellow walking on the beach after a game of tennis with his I swear I’m happy wife. Burnt biscuits never killed anyone, but too much is enough.