Normal stuff. Music, film, FUCKING ART (Leonid Pasternak, Diane Arbus, Sarah Lucas, a teensy bit of Hirst, Modigliani, Dali, Munch, Ruspoli ) books are the shit, fun, bit of sport etc (Football, tennis, netball, rounders... Usual. I LIKE IT WHEN IT RAINS AND I AM IN THE CAR LISTENING TO MUSIC. I also like smelling Weekend magazine. mmmm.I love my friends, they're pretty cool. I make stupid jokes a lot (sorry). I laugh loads, but I laugh if I'm nervous as well. So, like, if a member of your family dies and I laugh, really do not take it personally.
YA MA!I just heard George Pringle for like the first time about five minutes ago and I'm already a little bit in love. Plus of course connotations of Pringle knitwear can never be a bad thing, right?
The A-Z of (a bit of) music I like. Yes, I am original. Yes, I copied off a friend. Yes, I thank you Samuel. I am not autistic. I don't just like one band per letter. I like more. My favourites have not necessarily been picked for a letter. This is because the key here is to get a s p r e a d. Like that maths coursework we did, right?Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party, Cansei de ser Sexy, Death Cab for Cutie, Editors, Frou Frou, Gang of Four, Hot Chip, Indie Arie, Jamie T, The Killers, The Libertines, Modest Mouse, NEW ORDER, Outkast, Peaches, Queen, Radiohead, The Smiths, Turin Brakes, The Undertones, The Von Bondies, Wham!, Xas if any one has a band beginning with X, Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
I have very Cruel Intentions. I'm driving to Casablanca, via Mulholland Drive; I really hope I don't Crash, because There's Something About Mary, (my car is called Mary). I'll stop next to a Cold Mountain for some Chocolat, and I'll spend the night with a dude called Donnie Darko. Next morning, we'll go to the shabby motel cantine they like to call The Breakfast Club. Then I'll leave Mary behind, and I'll hire a bike like Ewan I'll keep The Motorcycle Diaries. It'll be a tough, long, winding journey, I'll spot Pirates of the Caribbean, travel through Sliding Doors, visit the Moulin Rouge, that crappy balcony in Verona dedicated to Romeo & Juliet, man a quick bite to eat in Chicago. And in Chicago I'll meet some dude. He'll call himself The Wicker Man. The whole journey will be crazy like some Layer Cake. Then blimey! Along Came a Spider, I shat myself and The Talented Mr. Ripley squashed it for me. Then I left Chicago, took to the road again, and didn't stop anywhere. I was sick of being a Girl Interrupted.
This like black box thing. Or silver, actually. The TV is dying. Dying! Why? Because the kids are too busy Youtubing! The Office, Ally McBeal, Curb Your Enthusiasm (seriously, curb it), The OC, Grey's Anatomy, Scrubs, The Comeback, Life As We Know It, Friends, Will and Grace, Location Location Location, Waking the Dead, Spooks and At Home With the Braithwaites. TREVOR EVE IS ONE SEXY BEAST.
Doctor Zhivago is the Zhizzle. Anna Karenina is a pimp. Metamorphosis is some hot shit. Brick Lane is a sexy bitch. Catch 22 is the heaviest momma of them all.
Bozza Nak aka The Nak aka Boris Pazza aka THE PASTOR. ("What's cooking good looking?" Necrophilia Anonymous, 2WEEKS SOBER).