I like film studies, which is lucky. I also like painting my nails bright colours, whisky, straightforward people, cheap handbags, talking to myself, lights, bead necklaces, being in the pub, children's books, rare moments of enthusiasm, making lists, black eyeshadow, pasta, sewing, eye-liner, blankets, yoga, tulips, writing, watching TV with my nephew, getting early morning phone calls from my nephew, eating subways with Clarkey, E45 cream, and being horizontal.
I HATE polystyrene, nail clippers, honey, wearing watches, getting wrinkles, twitching, being in the house on my own at night, Mitcham chavs, how I'm always running late and weirdly textured food. Urgh.
Well certainly not you
Velvet Underground, Pixies, Smiths, Flaming Lips, Johnny Cash, Breeders, Lou Reed, Nina Simone, Bob Dylan, Ella Fitzgerald, Dusty Springfield, Billie Holiday, Aretha Franklin, Joy Division, Mercury Rev, Beach Boys, White Stripes, Libertines, Beatles, The Moldy Peaches, Adam Green, Kimya Dawson, Nouvelle Vague, The Cure, The Kings of Convenience, The Doors, Jeff Buckley, The Kinks, Mamas and the Papas, Sonic Youth, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Clientele, Portishead, The Strokes, Paul Simon, Daryll Ann, Belle and Sebastian, Kings of Leon, Blondie.
All films, any films, ever. Ooooooooh
Anything shit.
Girlfriend in a Coma and most Douglas Coupland, The Bridge and most Iain Banks, The Handmaiden's Tale, Ian McEwan's short stories and The Cement Garden, Nick Hornby, Mr Vertigo, 1984, Lemony Snicket series, The Virgin Suicides, The Hitchhickers Guide, Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising sequence, Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller and Sarah Kane. And Heat magazine (without a trace of irony).
And all of my wonderful friends.