I haven't yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up......
I'll be 31 this year.
However, I do know that I love this boy.
I edited my profile with a big shitty stick and my biscuits of truth.
Andrew. Art. Tattoos. Dancing. Beards. Cake. Photography. Cinematography. Circumlocution. Dermatology. Philosophy. Photoshoppery. Misanthropy.
David Shrigley
and Bod.You can't add me unless you know my surname. I like this. It makes me feel like a modern day Rumplestiltskin. I don't want your firstborn though. I have enough trouble with my own.
from Northern Soul to Southern Rock. With a large side order of punk and a liberal sprinkling of country.
Anything by the Pope of Puke, John Waters or Davids Lynch and Cronenberg or Larry Clark or Gus Van Sant. Or any movie in which the majority of the starting characters end up dead. Preferably subtitled so that the emo kid in the video shop thinks that I am clever. As opposed to homicidal. Oh! and Joe Dirt.
CSI :D
Sure, you can buy me some more if you like....
My mum (1950-2004) My Gran (1919-2004) Milk and Cheese
Mark Anthony Gator. Hedy Lamarr. Jewel McGowan. Answer Me! magazine. Dean and Gene from Ween. Mr Kipling and Little Debbie. El Vez. Kinky Friedman. Dorothy Parker. That funny little plastic cripple child with a slot in his head for your spare change.