1. Especially when wearing a clean white shirt, but most any time really, if you've gone and left your wild blueberry yogurt sitting in a warm sunny spot on your desk long enough that the still-sealed foil top has begun to bulge with trapped expanding gasses, then when you finally open said yogurt, point the foil away from yourself. That, or start a campaign to get yogurt manufacturers to emboss the foil tops of their product with "This side towards enemy". Luckily, some shirts can be worn backwards pretty well, except where the tags itch against your clavicle.
2. I want to bear
Malcolm Tucker's tattooed love child. Perhaps it's all those misspent hours on alt.peeves, but I am in starry-eyed, dumb-struck love with the epic, glorious, fecund efflorescence of graphic profanity that is the PM's "all-swearing eye." If you've never watched the marvelous political satires In the Loop and In the Thick of It, go forth and rectify your oversight immediately.