He not only hated the music of the Rolling Stones, he hated string instruments in general. He could work himself into a frenzy when he was awoken by drunk people in the night, and he more than disliked when food was piled together in a bun. To him the proper way of eating were with meat, salad and potatoes each in their own section of the plate, and not inside a tasteless, cardboard like bread with sesame seeds on top. He was against women putting all those things in their hair: headbands, barrettes, scrunchies and coconut cleansing conditioner. It was an ingrown idea of his that a proper and nice girl should have natural, free-falling hair. He didn't meet those girls very often, and when he did they weren't attracted to his grumpiness. But they did cast some sunshine into his life none the less. The list of things that he loathed could go on forever, and even though he sometimes tried to write them all down he lost track already while outlining the different categories.
The list of things he liked was much shorter. Bagpipe music was on that list.
(Somehow I feel that I need to make a digital painting every time I post something. This looks a bit like my old math teacher... )