Room 101: the torture chamber in the basement of the Ministry of Love where the Party subjects its dissidents to their worst fears (from 1984 by George Orwell).
More recently, Room 101 has become a highly successful game show run by the BBC.
The BBC is slightly more merciful than Orwell's interrogators. The format is simple: celebrities are invited to discuss their pet hates, and the audience then takes a vote on whether or not to consign the object of their dislike to Room 101, theoretically banishing it forever from this world.
Recently (at Satellite III in Glasgow) I played a round of Room 101. Here are the items I brought to consign to Room 101, and a brief justification: feel free to contribute your own!
1. Cauliflower (and brassicae in general — broccoli, brussels sprouts, aragula/rocket, cabbages, and so on)
I know some folks appear to like eating this family of vegetables (I'm married to one), but they induce reactions in me ranging from mild dislike (sauerkraut, kimchee) to vomiting. It's probably the only thing I have in common with George H. W. Bush: a total aversion to an entire family of plants based on a combination of texture and flavour.
I have a fat neck; these bloody things require a collared shirt (which in turn adds about four layers of fabric) and some fiddly knots. End result: I sweat to death or feel as if I'm being strangled. And to what end? They look silly, they're expensive and hard to keep clean, and wearing one labels you instantly as a wage slave. Walk around and count how many people wear them other than because of a uniform or an occupational dress code. Then tell me they have any legitimate place on this planet.
3. Manned space colonization
You've probably read what I have to say on this subject, so here's someone else. (Note: do not confuse colonization with exploration, m'kay? Although I'm very skeptical that we've been doing any of the latter since Apollo.)
4. [Human driven] Cars
List of countries by traffic-related death rate. The total deaths from RTAs in 2007 was 1.23 million (and many times that number injured). That's getting into world war territory. 90% or more of traffic accidents are the conequence of human error.
In an ideal world someone would invent teleportation booths; failing that, we urgently need to get the chattering, texting, easily distracted primates out from behind the steering wheels. And that's before we consider the role of the car in making our livable cities impossible to survive in without them, or the role of gas-fuel-burning cars in ratcheting up the tensions in international politics.
5. Microsoft Windows
(Do I need to expand on this?)
6. Santa Claus. Who does not exist and is a lie told to children for the express reason of exploiting their youthful credulity and warping them towards a belief in invisible sky fairies. Not to mention cleaning their bedrooms.
Over to you!