Darts. Beards. Kilts.
People Watching.
3 Young Men.
That Something.
I dislike:
Phantom Steps, you know the kind.
Jumping in the shallow end thinking it's deeper than it actually is.
I'd deffo have to say Phantom Steps are worse though. Either going up or coming down.
Especially if there is a Giant Moth on the wall.
Everyone
The Love of my Life. I love all kinds of music, if I like it I like it (apart from the obvious crap that really does not need mentioning). Don't care about genres or if its cool or not (you will find me down The "Electronica" Avenue quite a bit, be it Dance-Trance-Techno-House-Tech/house-D&B-Electro-Chilled
-Ambient. . you know the kind). I'm cool so thats all that matters. Music snobs bore me. You know the kind. Just shut up and dance.
Some. (Can't be arsed, oh I can be arsed to watch films I just can't be arsed listing them)
Not really (apart from comedy and factual docu's, you know the kind).(My mate works in a chip shop don't you know)
Loads (again, I can't be arsed to list a load of books). I like to read people's crappy profile drivel too, brightens my day.
Jake. Marley. Danny. My 3 out of this world boys (3 young men). They are loving, bright, funny, clever, sporty, artyfarty & also little shits when they feel the need (they also have the knack of spotting a bullshitter when they meet one). They are my heroes.