Unusual obsessions

Today's obsessions :-

Over the spelling of the title in this thread.

Whispering sweet nothings to my collection of papier-mache dolls of the Soviet politburo circa 1979. They love it, the little minxes.

Responding to anyone who finishes a sentence with the word, and I use the term loosely, innit by yelling, "No it is not, you snotty nosed oik!" My father used this tactic with me when I would finish sentences with y'know and it never did me any good.

Whether to pronounce scones, as scones, or scones.

Hating the Caledonian Canal for all it's airs and graces. Just because it's got locks and stuff it thinks it's better than a river. Charlatan.