All the normal boring stuff-Music, Books, Films, Kickboxing, Taking over the world, Storming Takeshi's Castle, Riding a dolphin, Cracking open a walnut with my head, Opening a door handle with my tongue, Bouncing a snail from one knee to the other a hundred and fifty times, Falling in love, you know, that kind of thing.
The first person to circulate the viscious and misleading rumours about the moon being made of cheese.
Monsieur Buckley x2, Radiohead, Joni Mitchell, Manics, Esbjorn Svennson Trio, Stevie Wonder, Jose Gonzalez, Ben Harper, Dave Matthews, Debussy?
Who can resist it? Lord of the Rings! Hurrah. Also, 'Hero' was one of the most asthetically pleasing things i've ever seen in my life. Two will do for now I think.
Oh I'm sad, Alias Alias Alias please.
For whom the bell tolls-Genius laid down on a plateau. Birdsong-Haunting and filled with grit and dirt and blood and life. And er, anything Joseph Heller writes, anything.
Stephen Fry. Who could honestly disagree?