Casual palmistry.
Haven't caught up with the kids for time.
I could get quite High Fidelity about 50's and 60's stuff because I was reared on it. Waterloo Sunsets and Dead End Streets. People who let their faces go. Vincent Vincent and the Villains. Julian.
I've started IMDBing every film I see. I read about all the bloopers. It's compelling in a car crash sort of way. Laurence Olivier, James Stuart, Fred Estaire and Gregory Peck. Ingrid Bergman's mouth. Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire. I pretend I'm over him but it's a lie. Mr. Coppola's and Mr. Scorcese's and all of Quentin's lot- especially True Romance. I've struggled with a Christian Slater problem since I saw Heathers. GAEL GARCIA BERNAL. Memento. The Nolan brothers. And the Cohen brothers. And the golden years of Woody Allen: Annie Hall, Broadway Danny Rose, Manhattan, Hannah and her Sisters. Swoony French cinema of the nouvelle vague variety. Brick. Film noir. I'm hanging on for Walter Neff. Hollywood money-makers: Cruel Intentions- 1,2 and 3. Ghostbusters. The Wizard of Oz. And Disney films. The Little Mermaid? Stunning. Yeah, paedophilia. And what?
Sick comedy like The League of Gentlemen and Nighty Night. Dark Place. Spaced and Peep Show Marion and Geoff. The Boosh. And Neighbours. And pretty much any costume drama, as long as it's not ITV. Enough said. Toady's lost weight.
'Rags to Richie' by Shane Richie. Just read it. It's a keeper. I would also recommend Jordan's autobiography, 'Being Jordan' and 'Geri: Just for the Record' by Geri Halliwell. And Poetry. E.E. Cummings.