No one. I'm so sorry. I'm sure you're all just lovely and of course we'd have a good chat and go through all of the motions. Actually the thought of anyone going through my motions, or indeed my emotions, is quite unsettling. I've come from a long line of Welsh hermits and I'm finding that the longer my life continues, the more I pine for the fiords, the solitude, the one hand clapping and the insidious burble of a deranged vulture. Again I'm sorry to the core. I know you'll all get over it as there's billions of others out there and let's face it, kind of hard to get round the whole lot in any sort of meaningful fashion. The idea of meeting someone of notoriety, fame, celebrity does absolutely nothing for me. On the contrary, I am filled with a sense of dread, almost panic. What do I say? I don't want to come across as a fan and I can't say I hate them. I know they're probably just pretending to be nice, or gracious; and if they're not then I am. All too much hard work. Give me my little family, a guitar, some instruments and ingredients for preparing vitals and a little window to look out of and I'm done. In hind sight...I probably shouldn't have filled in the I'd like to meet section at all!
All the droning melancholy stuff you can imagine. I got no idea why but I love artists like Morrissey, Richard Ashcroft, Coldplay, David Gray, Alex Lloyd and Powderfinger. I've been a massive fan of the music Genius Prince since I was 13 and his shit's just been sizzlin' ever funkier all the time. Throw in the Beatles, Blur, U2, Mathew Sweet and legendary Todd Rundgren and there you have some sweet, sticky sound.
The Kentucky Fried Movie, Chicken Run, The Chook who Shagged Me, most chick flicks, The Chook, the Wife, the Thief and his Rooster etc. Aahh the foul references abound like chicken shit through the hour glass. Seriously Kentucky Fried Movie is legendary! And gotta love Anchor Man (legend of Ron Burgandy), The Animal, The Party's a classic and Me Myself and Irene. Bkerk!