Prodigggyyyyyyyy oh man they turn me on a little bit.
Anyone who dances to the Prodigy is a friend for life. (There is a risk of sustained injury involved).
Also Tenacious D, Chemical Brothers, the Bloodhound Gang, Louis XIV, Goldfrapp, Royksopp, Fatboy Slim, any oldskool dance. Anything you can dance to, man.
Anything by David Lynch, the psychotic sex-fiend.
Most things by Jan Svankmajer, the marionette-obsessive.
Some things with Jodie Foster. Look at her stern little mouth. Oh you really pissed her off this time.
Nothing with Doris Day.
Spaced! Scrubs! Black Books! Yayyyy!
But I do have to admit to a love of Dharma and Greg. I know, I may be alone. But that's ok. Leave me with them. I shall love them and not share them and be happy that way.
Simone de Beauvoir, bit o' the ol' Jane Austen, Alice in Wonderland's still a fave. Books with ideas, emotions and not much actual action.
Swampy, always, since I was 10 years old, and he hid out in a series of tunnels to stop the Newbury Bypass. Look, I'm not the only one who considers him an icon, he even has his own Wikipedia entry:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swampy
Oh yes.
And when they found him, he was eating Bourbons and generally being laid-back and groovy.