I'm the exception that proves the rule.
The Saturday Guardian is the reason I get up on a weekend. I change my mind about everything all the time, Autumn does weird things to me. I'm dead into winning.
Je ne regrette rien. Still.
Other people who like books, cups of tea and the occasional forray into serious misbehaviour.
David Bowie
The Weakerthans
Thin Lizzy
Suede
Bright Eyes
Cocorosie
Violent Femmes
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Joy Division
Moldy Peaches
the Jesus and Mary Chain
Magnetic Fields
Justice
Modest Mouse
Built to Spill
Slow Club
Jawbreaker
Pavement
Arcade Fire
A Life Less Ordinary
Les 400 Coups
Manhattan
Dumb and Dumber
adverts.
And the odd bit of 'Oaks, obv.
I read them, I write them. Not all of them, obviously. On rotation I tend to have a mix of:
Ray Bradbury
Charles Bukowski
Kurt Vonnegut
Anais Nin
Oscar Wilde
Jack Kerouac
Luigi Pirandello
Will Self
William S. Burroughs
Irvine Welsh
Margaret Atwood
JD Salinger
DBC Pierre
JG Ballard
HP Lovecraft
DH Lawrence
My mum. Eddie. Patsy. James. Michael.