Kitchen table passion, frayed and musty fashion, floral carpet bags, really good dresses, old lady shoes, long necklaces with interesting things hanging off them, cooking good food for people i want to sit and have a conversation with, watching a whole boxset in one day, summer beach parties, swimming in the early hours of the morning, apparently learning to skydive, dancing with my favourite people in a club and forgetting anyone else is there, laying on pavements at three in the morning giggling at nothing, sharing new best friends with the old ones, watching films that make me cry, riding rusty bikes with huge front baskets, writing essays to myself to make sure i'm okay, talking on the phone to stina wishing that she didn't live so bloody far away!!
Adrien Brody if your on here.... call me.
There is really no need for anything other than early whitney....
Different films for different times. 'When Harry Met Sally' on an afternoon before a night out, 'The Way We Were' when i want to cry about a boy, 'The Sound of Music' when i just want to sing loudly, 'The Parent Trap' when i just want to be eight again, 'Mean Girls' when i want to appreciate just how far Lindsey Lohan has come....
Sex and the City... may she rest......
The God of Small Things, The Glass Palace, The Time Travellers Wife, The Portrait of A Lady, Goodnight Mister Tom. Also the odd trashy romance novel.. it's a guilty pleasure.
Despo Evangelou, for her hair and her baps.... although, when she leaves the thornhill road massive, i wont like her anymore. Natalie Wallace, i dont know anyone else who is so constantly chipper. She's like a kids puzzle, as long as she has food and sleep all the pieces fit together. Both special needs, both special in my heart. Oh and Tiffy, for letting me thaw her and laying on the floor with me when i need it the most...