me, friends, gigs, family, dancing in sweaty clubs, London, ribbons, shoes, sausages, big hair, cheese, magners, big sunglasses, pink, cola cubes, cuddling, books, vodka scrabble, Oxford, tea, plays, party rings, earrings, Leeds, singing in the shower, beer...
Lots and lots and lots of people. But they have to be nice, and have good hair. And not smell bad. Smelling bad is rubbish. Oh and not have dirty nails. That's just weird.
In no particular order: Goldfrapp (But the Black Cherry Goldfrapp), Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Blondie, Nina Simone, Johnny Cash, Greenday, Beastie Boys...Loud is good, guitars are good, pretty voices are good, as are men who wear eyeliner....and sing catchy indie ditties
Some Like It Hot, Baz Luhrmann's Romeo & Juliet, ET, The Shining, Apocalypse Now, Anything and everthing by Tim Burton...
I watch far too much and like far too little. But will make exceptions for green wing, the mighty boosh of Noel Fielding, never mind the buzzcocks, and the brekkie news.
The Faerie Queene, Beloved, The Aeneid, Brave New World, The Iliad, Christina Rossetti's poetry, Jane Austen's novels, Nineteen Eighty-Four, To Kill a Mockingbird, Matilda, Memoirs Of A Geisha, Canterbury Tales, Metamorphoses, Hamlet...
Most members of my fambly