Routine.
I found out that I had a great-great grandfather who was a steel magnate, but he lost all of his money because a boiler exploded through the roof of his factory and destroyed some houses. I'd like to meet him. Failing that, Jacques Brel. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkoljyF76U4&eurl=
I like people to make me compilations of things I haven't heard yet. If you want to, I'll give you something back, whether it be my friendship or lots of bars of chocolate melted in a pan and then poured into a baking tray so that when it hardens it's one enormous smooth bar of chocolate, although the problem with this is that it doesn't separate quite as well as ordinary chocolate does. I can't work out why this is. I think it might be that in factories they add the chocolate on bit by bit, so that it hardens in small amounts at a time, whereas I obviously allow it to harden from the outside in, and this may affect the density or something and thus it doesn't have the same properties, I don't know. If you know then tell me.
I'm doing a Film Studies degree so it's all part of the routine, routine, routine. I love it.
On the whole self-improvement shows get on my tits. Gillian McKeith is the very matter my darkest childhood nightmares were constructed from. She looks like the midget in Don't Look Now. I prefer routine.
I consistenly read 80% of a book, no matter what its length or density, before getting bored and pushing someone over.
Robert Mitchum hated his factory job so much it made him go temporarily blind. I respect that.