Things that spin my wheels...
late afternoon sun, my guitar in tune, my beat up fiesta, electrical storms, finding a great record, most of my friends, getting lost in a strange town, flying, the sound of an interesting voice, pubs with a phone ban and no 80" telly, kiwi fruit, vapour trails, cities with a tram system, beaches without people sunbathing, long island iced tea with a guinness on the side, french women with sad eyes, old ghost stories, swinging my niece around in the garden until we are both dizzy, a calm queue, brandy alexanders, seafood, being able to decode a dream, Basel, primal scream gigs, old train stations, chineese noodle soup, pine forests, the sound of rain on canvas, kindness when none is excpected, ryan adams, manual wind 35mm cameras and watches, maps, morning cups of coffee when camping, finishing a song, circus folk, gola trainers, and people who, like me hate snobs, greed, sexist hip hop and rnb bling videos, violence, rudeness, self-serving arrogant nobs, back biting, jealousy, narrow minds, vain and loud dipsticks, sloppy eaters, people who name their child after this years celeb, ok magazine readers, the royal family. I also do not like saying goodbye in airports, but then who does.
