Watching England lose at cricket.
Laughing loudly and talking to my reflection in empty tube carriages.
Walking in the rain through London at night
Reading, writing my 'blog, Glastonbury, people watching, sitting on the bus, daydreaming, imagining a future when I'll be content with my lot and where I'm not having to imagine the future all the time, Fulham FC, Surrey CCC, The Sporting Shanks
www.onion.com, www.bbc.co.uk, www.footballunlimited.co.uk, www.youtube.com, www.wikipedia.com, www.fulhamfc.com
I also love drinking tea.
I have invented a game called Wikipedia Top Trumps. Maybe we can play it sometime?
I'm also reigning world champion of a new sport called 'BattAStella'. Played exclusively in Nicky B's back garden it involves throwing a crumpled Stella can into the air and then battering it with a pole (or big stick) as many times as you can before it hits the ground. My record currently stands at 5.
A few years ago I made up my own joke. It goes like this....'Scientists at a University in Bradford have recently made a startling discovery. Whilst carrying out experiments on fertilised chicken eggs they discovered 9 out of 10 were homosexual. A spokesman confirmed 'It all goes to prove that there's nout as queer as yolk'
I have sinced been sued by my former colleague and friend, Dale Whitfield who insists he was part of the creating process. I dispute this quite strongly.
If you are my friend then you will probably feature on the following photo website. Check it out.
http://../albums/m219/jonno_norman/
I'd like to meet:
An Aussie who thinks Australia sucks.
Somebody who likes the smell of petrol and fishmongers. I've yet to meet anyone who likes both. I'm a fishmongers man myself.
Famous people I'd like to have to dinner include my current crop of amazing friends, family and Fe. Serving drinks would be Bill Bryson, Armando Iannucci, Guy Browning, Ignatius J Reilly, Drew Barrymore and Ian Botham. Tricks and half-time entertainment would be performed by David Blaine and that bloke from Police academy.
Music:
Everything from Talking Heads through to NWA. The Dead Kennedys up to Sven Vath. Smashing Pumpkins and Orbital. 90's electronica. Derrick May, Darren Emerson, Dave Clark. Modern day indie stuff with a nod back to Nirvana. Classic d&b and Rub-a-dub-dub. Turin Brakes, The The, The Orb and other bands not starting with T.
I'm currently listening to a strange mooing sound
Movies:
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe, Dark Candy, The Escape, Robot Jox, Independance Day, Armageddon, Arcade, Surf Nazi's Must Die, Notting Hill, No Retreat No Surrender, Cyborg, Return of the Sith, Attack of the Clones, Ten things I hate about you, Boa vs Python, The Transporter 2, Dead Poets Society, Turner and Hooch, Casino, Bright Lights Big City, My Left Foot, Kes, Scoop, Jerry McGuire "a triumph!", Bridget Jones's Diary,
Television:
24, Only Fools, Blackadder, Fawlty Towers, Friends, Scrubs, Spaced, Six Feet Under, The Tribe, Black Books, Peep Show, The Word, Get Stuffed, Bob Downe Under, late night poker shows, Shameless plus stand up stuff by Eddie Murphy (EDDIE!!!!), Chris Rock, Dave Chapelle, Eddie Izzard, Bill Hicks
Books:
I love 19th century Russian and French stuff. Which sounds pretty damn pretentious. And probably is.
My favourite author is Emile Zola. He was one of the leading proponents of the school of naturalism. Which is different from being a naturist. But he was French, so maybe on weekend's he liked to combine the two.
Starting with the book I am currently on these are the ten books I have most recently read.
'Don't You Know Who I Am?' by Piers Morgan, 'Choke' by Chuck Palahniuk,'A confederacy of Dunces' by John Kennedy Toole,
'Things Fall Apart' by Chinua Achebe,
'Lolita' by Vladimir Nabokov,
'Freakonomics' by Steven Levitt & Stephen J Dubner,
'Saturday' by Ian McEwan,
'One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich' by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn,
'Life of Pi' by Yann Martel,
'the Master of Go' by Yasunari Kawabata,
'Fight Club' by Chuck Palahniuk
Heroes:
'Think of IVA Richards and it is impossible not to see the cloth cap pushed back high on the defiant head, the determined jaws snapping away at the chewing-gum, reflecting the batsman's mind-boggling anticipation of the opportunity to go for the fast bowler's head. Whether the score was 200 or two for four, Viv Richards went in to bat the same way every time, as if, in the words of Ian McDonald, the West Indian poet, he alone would turn back slavery'.
