Eating (I’m not fat tho!), drinking alcohol, bunning zoots (for those of you that don’t know - that’s street for smoking illegal Jamaican substances!), skiing in Switzerland (France is just not what it used to be), dancing (ballet, tap and jazz, and recently I’ve learnt to utilize my ballet skills to dance like those black girls in the videos, dutty wine, Sean Paul - it’s wicked…)
The man of my dreams: A tall dark stranger who works out and is at least 6 foot with liquid blue eyes and a nice mouth and outgoing but also into me and has a nice smart name like Harry or Hugo or Antony or something…
Everything from mummy’s world music definitive collection to Beanie Man (“I want a dude who will do me in his van†- Sara. W - y’know what I’m talking about!!!) I like the Friends theme tune - it’s so addictive to clap along to…oh and I can’t forget my composer friend Bach - he’s great for a hangover.
The ones where the main hero guy is already going out with a plain girl cos he feels sorry for her cos she’s dying of cancer or something but then he lays eyes on a fitter, slimmer and blonder girl who he falls desperately in love with and who he dumps the other girl for to follow his heart….oh and “eight mile†- that’s was amazing and insightful, it was soooooo sad how Eminem got racially discriminated against because of the colour of his skin - you’d think those black people would be more sensitive after the whole Martin Luther King and civil rights thing…
Dalai Lama and Eminem (100% gorgeous!)