Mainly annoying our neighbours, knobbing, drinking, fighting....
Going out, coming in at 4am. Waking up at 2 the next day. Staying up past our bedtime. Big speakers. Pilfered amps. Hoarding broken musical instruments. Mice. Not mice. Grass. Cat poo. Weeds. Dancing. Eating. Sleeping. Choon! I'm going for a run today... Simultaneous colds. Compost. Oranjeboom. Red Stripe. Budget Booze. If we do this, right... Blindin'! Big rooms. Nice views. Pied a terre. Nice.
Lovely people who will buy our drinks for us.
You.
Sexy ladies.
Sexy boys.
Anyone who knows us and thinks we're the shit.
Everything, all the time, at high volume.
Ask Mr Amazon. He sends us all our favourite things.
Holly does *not* like The Life Aquatic. Harumph!
Several, but only one is ours. We've got a lovely greasy sofa though... We don't really do TV cos Luke won't let us have a digibox, the big stinky rotter.
Everyone else's - go on - lend us a book - we'll love it so much you'll never see it again. Same with just about everything else. It'll be eaten by the cavernous pit that is our house.
Rob, Rob, Luke, Blake, Holly and Gareth.
We rule.