My tolerance for almost everything in this world has been decreasing at an alarming rate. Overhearing teenage views on celebrities, listening to subjective news reports, and being stuck behind dawdling pedestrians, are just a few of the many things that drive me mad each day. There is only one exception to this generalisation: my tolerance for chilli. With every meal I seem to need a little more. I considered this idea several weeks back and decided to eliminate the condiment from my diet – perhaps I would discover a connection between the trends. It turns out there’s no relationship. Yesterday I started a fight with any elderly man because he failed to pick up after his Chihuahua.