Poor Ronaldo. Imagine what he must feel like, as one of the most unpopular people in the world. He is the face behind one of the most searched-for phrases on the Google website this year - "I hate Ronaldo."

Why so many people should intensely dislike the Manchester United player, I don't know. But then what I know about football you could write on the bottom of a boot stud.

Other popular phrases on the search engine were "I hate men" and "I hate school", which, being about general subjects rather than individuals aren't so vicious - although it is slightly disturbing that so many people feel the need to air their venom in public.

It also left me wondering whether my pet hates are mine alone (in other words, I'm weird) or whether I have hates in common with others (I'm normal). I typed them in, with the most hated first: I hate Top Gear I hate this programme - men in tight trousers obsessing about cars and how fast they can go. I hate the air-punching, macho behaviour as Jeremy Clarkson and Co tear around hairpin bends at 90mph in their tiny sports cars. Thankfully, my husband hates it too, and we only ever suffer it for a second while we change channels - but even that is enough to send me into a rage.

I felt jubilant in finding that I'm not alone. "It encompasses everything I deplore," says one man, "Usually there's a bit of good and bad in everything, but I can honestly put my hand on my heart and say that everything about this programme disgusts me," he writes. Another calls the presenters "irresponsible Top Gear speed merchants." Whoever you are, I'm with you.

I hate yummy mummys I hate those kept women, those professional mothers supported by the their husbands' huge salaries, who swan into school after a morning in front of the Aga rustling up fairy cakes, followed by a sweaty afternoon with their personal trainer. They arrive after the holidays with Caribbean tans and look at the rest of us as though we were so much further down the food chain as to be barely human.

I'm far from being out-on-a-limb in my loathing. As one YM-hater says: "Motherhood has been rebranded as the ultimate middle-class pastime," says one entry, "the kids, like everything else in their lives, have simply become another way to flaunt affluence and strike a pose of moral perfection." Quite.

I hate Sundays Even as a child, I felt a huge leaden weight was upon my shoulders on Sundays. How can Saturday bring with it an entirely different feeling? I used to think it was something to do with work, but then I began working on Saturdays, with Monday off, and realised that I still felt bright and optimistic on Saturday, yet dour and full of dread on Sunday.

I'm far from alone - a quick check on Google revealed there are millions of us out there. "Do you hate Sundays too?", asks one. "You know that feeling of dread you get on Sundays?" says another.

Maybe there should be a movement to scrap Sundays. But then it would be straight back to work after Saturday. Actually, I've thought of one good thing about Sunday - the lie-in.