Kitty Bang Bang

Decent red wine, Agent Provocateur underwear (32c and sml if you're buying, ta...), summers in Ibiza with Poodle et al, burlesque and dressing up, debauchary, Half Eye on ketamine, Vegas (baby), Galaxy Ripples, blue cheese and crackers, being the first on the dancefoor, being the last on the dancefloor, new shoes - I'm a shopping whore, Kings of Leon, waking up to sunshine, winning an argument, Billy Bragg, Ben from Mr Hudson and the Library, Garcia Marquez - Love in the Time of Cholera, 100 Years of Solitude, anything he ever wrote ever. Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Rum Diaries, anything he ever wrote ever. Carl Cox inside at Space, Edna St Vincent Millay, Jeffrey Eugenides - The Virgin Suicides, Ballet Rambert, Barcelona, afterparties at ashfield mansions - where the real party's at, private yachts to Formentera, Coocoon @ Amnesia, Bronte - Wuthering Heights, Oscar Wilde, Circo Loco @ DC10 - we're dancing while everybody else is heading to work, The Beatles, boys who wear eyeliner, Byron, Beirut, Pink champagne, The Stones, Breakfast at Tiffanys, leopard print, sunday lunch, mojitos, Johnny Cash, email flirting, mac, cooking for friends, tapas eating competitions with Martina, Prince, being on stage, lascivious underwear, being really fucking bad, rushing, Johnathan Frazen, pin-up art, Stephen Fry, Iggy Pop, wolf whistles, Bora Bora Manumission Carry On, Michael Houllebecq, The Stone Roses, Madame V, Vivienne Westwood, London, The La's, La Perla, Anais Nin - Delta of Venus, talking crap at four in the morning, red lipstick, rare steak and garlic mash, Bob Dylan, old friends, new friends, sarcasm, The Sunday Times Style Guide, Tom Wolfe, sleeping in, sexuality and society - Foucault mainly, Mr Big - I'm The One Who Wants To Be With You (my only concession to romanticism), James Frey, The Kooks, Patrick Marber, Sonnet 116, my duvet, the continued search for the perfect pair of jeans, Brick Lane on a Sunday in summer, Nina Simone, vintage jewellery, payday, Magners, when the sun comes out and you can tell summer is round the corner, the amount of pillows I have on my bed, making an entrance (sometimes swiftly followed by an exit...), back issues of Vogue, causing havoc with Martina, fresh scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream, heels over 6", losing control, the motherfucking weekend, Mr Hudson and the Library, any red wine.....