I dislike waking up in the middle of the night, which in turn forces me to raid the fridge and pickled onion jar.
I dislike x-ploring hidden places, because it means I have to cut the grass again
I dislike Zoodles (zoo-animal-shaped pasta in a can).
I dislike brassieres which have three hooks at the back.
I dislike cotton pickin idiots running round Southport making the town look untidy.
I dislike ducks when they have been roasted. I like them when they are flying in V formations searching for whatever ducks search for or when they are paddling around a pond with a train of baby ducks in tow.
I'm not a duckist.
I dislike eggs which have been scramlbed, I much prefer a lightly boiled runny egg with toasty soldiers to dip in and swallow,
I dislike froglegs for entrees
I dislike galloping horses on the M6 motorway.
I dislike hall ticket verifiers
I dislike interruptions in the boudoir.
I dislike judging othersÂ… but someone has gotta do it (It's alphabetical SL) :wink:
I dislike keeping my true purpose unknown
I dislike Liouville theorem
I dislike the mean value theorem
I dislike nothing in calculus because the mean value theorem states roughly, that given a section of a smooth curve, there is a point on that section at which the derivative (slope) of the curve is equal to the "average" derivative of the section. It is used to prove theorems that make global conclusions about a function on an interval starting from local hypotheses about derivatives at points of the interval.
I dislike Orval, he's a totally stupid duck and would be better off being devoured by a ravenous fox.
