alexa chung and scrabble on facebook, a new found infatuation with mexican beer, attempting to knit and failing terribly, never drinking the last of my tea, sleeping all day and becoming nocturnal, my onion obsession, 6am hungover bus, thursday nights, dusting my typewriter, communicating via the form of silly little notes and facebook status, mourning oscar and the loss of my brown beret, buying too many comics and never having time to read them, my fringe cutting addiction, brown paper parcels, string and buttons, breakfast dates, black coffee, literary banter, too many in jokes, eden kebab, having too many scarves from the charity shop.
james joyce so i could ask him about those dirty letters, and phil spencer for obvious reasons. a pair of jeans that fit properly, and girls named lily. also dr. gregory house M.D. the black scarf that disappeared at the birmingham comic-con. the new underwear that i left in bacchus last week. r.i.p.
american football, appleseed cast, architecture in helsinki, band of horses, beirut, braid, broken social scene, caribou, dave house, dntel, dugong, explosions in the sky, final fantasy, fionn regan, foals, four tet, frou frou, the get up kids, hey mercedes, idlewid, jimmy eat world, koufax, life without buildings, maritime, mates of state, matt pond PA, the national, owen, phoenix, pinback, q and not u, radiohead, stars, tahiti 80, tellison, yann tiersen. last.fm.
films about french primary school children, mostly.
prison break and hospital related drama only.
mainly orwell, woolfe, f. scott fitzgerald, huxley, vonnegut, and shelley. not the male one. definately not plath, and sometimes keats. also partial to the endearing if sexually explicit work of jeffrey brown, and tom gauld's lovely postcards. partial to craig thompson and andi watson.
oscar, my pet seahorse. kirstie and phil.