There is no question that I’m turning into a grumpy old man. For some time I have been compiling a list of loves and hates in the note book I carry with me (well, I carry with me when I’m wearing a jacket with pockets – I love pockets!). The loves, including such things as croquet, Schubert, trees, toast, painting watercolours, beetroot, Leonard Cohen, are half the length of the hates; proof, should one be needed, that I’m becoming a grumpy old man.
I appreciate that you’ll be longing to know what all these hates are and to match them with yours. (It occurs to me that I might well have created the ultimate test of compatibility that all those dating websites should be using.)
In no order of importance, in other words I hate them all:
- Plastic bags and packaging that I can’t open without cursing and swearing and/or with scissors.
- Clothes labels that stick up at the back without you knowing, declaring to the world your size (XXL).
- Too much choice in supermarkets, e.g. Rivita biscuits.
- Being shown photographs of other peoples’ grandchildren (to be brutally honest, being shown other peoples’ photographs of anything).
- Computers when they take initiatives that are supposed to be helpful, e.g. continuing to number things when numbering has finished.
- People walking straight at me whilst texting or under an umbrella.
- Peanut butter.
- Shampoo bottles with the word ‘shampoo’ so small that I cannot read it without spectacles (I don’t wear spectacles in the shower which is when I need the information).
- With the exception of the piano, most solo instruments e.g. harpsicord, lute, recorders.
- Companies that go into liquidation owing me money.
- Non-fiction books without an index.
- The expression ‘jaw-dropping’.
- Older women with lined faces who dye their hair black (just to be clear, I love older women and lined faces but not with black hair).
- Cheese that doesn’t taste of anything.
- Apples that aren’t crisp.
- World premieres of just about anything, but especially modern music (premieres should only happen in the privacy of the composer’s bedroom).
- Hoses that kink.
- Approximately 80% of the exhibits in the RA Summer Exhibition.
- Theatre/concert programmes notes that list everything performers have appeared in but neglect to tell me anything interesting about them as ordinary mortals.
- Mumbling.
It’s only fair to warn you; this list is work in progress.
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