My mates...i mean, they're kinda interesting. Jokes, you're too good for words... so i'll just make a sound... phelwmygsztain. Tripping out has got to be somewhere on this list! Stonehenge festivals and house parties are fucking cool - no loud music and a bunch of druggies sitting around discussing the nature of infinity knowing they'll never be closer to it than they are at that moment. Random things at the last minute... like going out drinking, or driving (but not drunk) half-way accross the country to visit my mates and stuff. Writing (anything and everything) but it's all shit really. Reading and poetry, acting, bitching, cooking food for my mates, having food cooked for me, touching myself, touching my belly-button, shaving my gooch...mmm, taking a hottie back home and... theme parks, shopping (I guess), coffee house trips, toilet trips, trips to the ground; Squash, swimming, running, being a girl... ('I'm a real boy').Going out clubbing and to bars, getting drunk and drugged up and watching really shitty, b-rate horror films with bad actors, low budget and fake body parts. Also watching high-quality television programmes such as Date My Daughter and Renovate My Family... However, i would have to say making a COMPLETE ASS of myself on a regular basis has become a bit of a permanent hobby...as all the above proves....
I don't care who I meet. I reakon you can learn something from everyone so, as long as they're up for a laugh, that's who I wanna meet. [so, maybe not the hardcore christians...the ones who burn homosexuals and people who aren't white]. Oh, and although i love my nan, phrases such as 'look, i'm not a racialist, i just don't like the idea of their black hands touching my food' don't make me happy in my pants.... I'd like to meet anyone who doesn't wince when I say 'touch myself' upon discovering that it's two for one bacon at Sainsbury's... Favorite food? Bacon smothered bacon.
Ok, it's an ecclectic mix: David Bowie (touch myself), The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Goldfrapp (Gold my frapp), Sting and the Police, Jimi Hendrix, Frank Zappa (some songs), Electric Club Dance Funky Music, cheesy pop with a shit load of cheap vodka, Mylo, and, of course, there's Indie Dance Rock (as coined by Alpha): The Killers, Basement Jaxx, Razorlight, Franz Ferdinard, The Scissor-Sisters, Green-Day, Maroon 5, Phantom Planet, Prince, Micheal Jackson (even if he touches little boys), Punk Rock, Blink 182, The Goo Goo Dolls,, Gong and Here and Now (ha ha), Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Stevie Wonder, Stereophonics, U2, Foo Fighters, Good Charlotte, Vanessa Carlton, Jamie Cullum, Kate Bush...my god, how queer.
I love loads of films: pretty much everything I've seen, except shitty films where the lead hero JUST WON'T DIE. Especially like blockbusters like Mr Ice Cream Man and I'll Bury You Tomorrow (i.e. films with a budget of like twelfty pence....). 2001 Space Oddessy, Kill Bill, Jurassic Park (don't you diss it).
....is fun to watch. At the moment I am totally obsessed with The League of Gentlemen...I wish I was local.... and, of course, The Simpsons, FAMILY GUY, Green Wing, Queer as Folk (poor, poor acting), Futurama, Hollyoakes (even poorer acting), SCRUBS and Big Brother - why wouldn't you like a show which lets you watch humans SLEEP?!
Carol Ann Duffy - selected poetry; 1984 - George Orwell; Frankenstein - Mary Shelley; The Life of Pi - Yann Someone (YANN!); Jane Eyre by Charlooooote Bronte; Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte; Paradise Lost by Miltonia Von der Ploop; One Hundred Years of Solitude and News Of A Kidnapping by Gabriel Garcia Marquex; A Tale of Two Cities - Dickins; Dante's Divine Comedy; Birdsong - Seb Faulks; Extreamly Loud and Incredibly Close - Jonathon Safran Foer; The Lovely Bones by someone I can't remember; The Picture of Dorien Gray by Oscar Wilde; Cloud Atlas by [insert name]. Saul Bellow's Collected Stories. However, I suffer from a sever case of BARDOLTARY. I love Shakespeare. I am Shakespeare...la la la la la la la
All my mates who have been through so much crap but are still really amazing people. My parents, my sister, the DJ of this radio station who is a bit like Alan Partridge, Alan Partridge, Wrennie... I feel like I'm winning an Ocar or something. "I want to thank my parents, my friends...everyone who ever had faith in me... I love you guys. Little Bobby, big shout to you; my grandma...she never lost belief...the fans....the acadamy...cry..."