Gert heard part of a tantalising conversation in the street the other day. A woman walking by and talking on the phone said, “He doesn’t like any of the things I like. He doesn’t like drugs….”
and then she was out of earshot. Gert wanted to run after her to hear more. What else doesn’t he like? Kinky sex? The National Front? Deep-fried Mars Bars? Bearbaiting?
A subject for a short story, surely. Even a novel. Writers, feel free to use it.