I hate my birthday, which is a very kill-joy thing to say but I hate being forced to do activities I don’t want to do and being given the reasoning “Oh come on, it’s your birthday!” If it’s my birthday I reserve the right to be a grumpy sod and be in denial about being another year older, thank you very much. I’m not a complete ball of hatred though, I’m one of those annoying Christmassy people who covers everything that doesn’t move with tinsel.