Many and varied thank you.
Sorry to ge so deep on you but, God. And Jesus. And Hendrix. And Churchill, but Hitler as well, at the same table. Bill Hicks and Jeff Buckley and Nick Drake and Charles Manson and Napoleon (Bonaparte and Dynamite). And Spongebob and anyone from Family Guy and Scrubs, but no-one from Hollywood because that's so bad, it's all rubbish, especially sequels. What is emo, god it's so bad, it's all whining about stuff, so no-one from there. And the Queen and Ghandi and anyone who has invented anything and anyone who wrote the book that the film was based on in the first place. I'd invite them all to a big dinner party, then I wouldn't show up. But I would, because I would really be there, but I wouldn't because most of all I'd really like to meet myself. You know? Really actually meet myself, like really properly. I don't mean physically, like a clone or someone, I mean me, actually meet me, myself, properly, maybe for the first time. You know? It's so important, I think, really important. Maybe the most important, actually. How many of us actually meet ourseleves, I mean really, really, REALLY meet ourselves? Do you know anyone who has really, actually, totally really met themselves? Really? Because if you do I want to meet them.
Anything goes really, from country like early Berty T-bag Grotson and Sandra Garibaldi. I like rock, some metal. Some trance is good, but the more ambient stuff like Dave Buddha or if it's anything anthemic any of the Chocolate Pumphouse or Wee-Wee-Face Weekender collections. I've got a bit of hip-hop, I'm really into Game Fellow at the moment, his own material and the shit he's produced for Delaware Kore. But if it was a 'gotta hear one more choon before you die Mr Macauley' then just play me anything at all by Surly Bigfoot and the Reptilian Foe. Ace stuff, can't beat it.
There hasn't been a film made that I didn't hate with all my pink bits but bought anywy just to piss myself off with.
I have one, but it isn't plugged into the ozone. Malcolm In the Middle is excellent, Scrubs, Spaced, any Chris Morris Stuff, Julia Davies can do what she likes, and she has, and I'll watch it, Doctor Who is filling the Saturday evening slot with energy and humour to spare. Bravo!
Got some of those too. Straw Dogs by John Gray was an insightful little trip. American Purgatorio is just trying, but I'll keep on with it and hopefully I'll make some kind of connection. I've only just read 1984, and I can see why it's a big deal; socio-politic commentary aside, good story. Aah, love...
Hmm... my parents, my friends: Christopher, Matthew, Nick, Shaun. My brother James and my sister Didj. My love Michelle. None of them are on a record label or belong to studio or club but they help me every day, even if they don't know it. People I've never met: Billy Corgan (he loves), John Frusciante (he reaches), The Het (he rocks, 10 years after first listening to the horsemen). I would go for a drink with any of those people, one on one, right now. If they're buying. Except for Jaymz, he can have an orange juice.