Sand, the smell of cars after a long journey, train delays, coxing for rowing teams, honey on crumpets, being woken up on a Sunday morning, the telegraph, coronation street, David Cameron's teary eyed conviction, crashing into transit vans, bird flu, computer games, Michael Howard, people with a first name for their surname, having to admit I've never played monopoly, hoovering up earrings, cauliflower, Paul Burrell, self righteous teens and grumpy OAPs, gristle, dropping change in shops, Live8, animals, people who think they can use me as an armrest, mascara goop, the library, pancakes, inconveniently positioned plugs, double denim and people who say plarstic instead of plastic. The laughing duck that haunts my sleep.
Hayley Mills, Gordon Ramsay or Alan Bennett. I'm not fussy.
The Pussycat Dolls, Cliff Richard, Any Country and Western but especially the Dixie Chicks, Nickleback, 50 Cent, Another Level, Victoria Beckham, GLC, Athlete, Katie Mellua and Chumbawumba.
Batman and Robin, Godzilla, Pulp Fiction, Gosford Park, Legally Blonde 2, The Runaway Bride, Hope Springs, Mrs Henderson Presents, The Horse Whisperer and Gone in Sixty Seconds
Smallville, Charmed and Stargate SG-1
Chick-lit, Maeve Binchy, Dan Brown, Martin Amis and Dickens. Hardy's fantastic female heroines.
People who can pat their head and rub their tummy. Or is it rub their head and pat their tummy?