Poetry. Words. Football. Treehouses. Guinness. Girls. Giggles.
Lord Lucan's travel agent. Or a salsa dancing eskimo.
Ask and I'll tell you. But I've pretty much figured that by filling in this bit, you put yourself out there for every band under the sun to request your 'friendship' so that they can advertise their crap on your site. These people should be beaten with a stick.
As Good as It Gets "Where'd you learn to talk like that? Some Panama-City-sailor-wanna-hump-hump bar? Go sell crazy somewhere else, we're all stocked up here."
It has to be Jack Bauer.
Too many to mention. Though Brendan Kennelly's 'The Man Made of Rain' is now high up in my charts. Also, get a copy of Marion Moynihan's 'The Moon's Daughter'. I reckon she's a cracking poet; Billy Ramsell's 'Complicated Pleasures' along with Dave Lordan's 'The Boy in the Ring' are also musts for the collection.
MacGuyver. Dylan Thomas. The volunteers at the Prague Fringe Fest. Treehugger Dan. He-Man. Hugh Heffner. Angela McKenna, Mr. Murray, Mr. Songs. Mr Rynhart. Mad-dog. The fine poets and general good people of Prague. Eskimoes. My nephews. Who else?