There are a great many things in life which irritate me. A lot of these are fairly common irritations which are shared by most sane and right thinking people: disingenuous politicians, rising prices, crappy television, wasps, youths. But on top of these I have quite a collection of irrational irritations. Things which you know shouldn’t bother about or even pay any attention to you, but nonetheless they get under your skin, leave you grinding your teeth and seething with a barely contained rage. I have on occasion pottered around a friend’s house meticulously straightening picture frames and spent a good few hours organising a cards (of both the collectible and standard playing variety) simply because they were in what I considered to be “the wrong order.” But perhaps the greatest of these irrational irritations is that of text alignment.