Being a dickhead, and by dickhead I mean greatest person ever.
friday afternoons in A&E with im-og-an pearce, the proverbial floor, tropicana, sleeping in, postcards, fred perry, american apparel, six white fingers, polaroids, the beach... and you, sometimes.
I'd like to meet:
i do this with two of my best friends, nothing makes me happier.
Music:
the smiths, tegan and sara, the maccabees, death cab for cutie, bright eyes, lightspeed champion, the cribs, good shoes, british sea power, bloc party, we are scientists, interpol, jimmy eat world, brand new, alkaline trio, at the drive in, vampire weekend, jamie t, kate nash, the libertines, jay-z, fort minor, motion city soundtrack, tellison, new found glory and probs loads more.
Movies:
monster house & being john malkovich. although i don't like either of these films, sorry. its something more along the lines of garden state, hellboy, walk the line, love actually, notting hill, about a boy and a few others.
Television:
location, location, location, scrubs, grand designs, escape to the country, to buy or not to buy, the F word and property ladder, grey's anatomy, the L word, black books, the hills, laguna beach, antm, bntm.
Books:
down and out in paris and london, 1984, catcher in the rye, on the road, the end of the affair, the quiet american, the hotel new hampshire, a prayer for owen meany, the world according to garp and many others.
Heroes:
Andrew Heywood
And the three people I know that take the good and all the bad that comes with me; Imogen Pearce, Tabby Kinder and Rosie Mellors.
The girl who used to live at number 250 Green Lane.
