the future mrs pabs, playing the drums and that, the great outdoors, you know, rays mears style, groovy army surplus gear, walking, camping out under a tarp, fire! climbing, shitting in the woods, sitting on me arse doing naff all, fixing the classic ex army 1963 landrover series 2 109 that is my only mode of slow, noisy and ever so slightly unreliable transport, touching myself intimately in public, occasionally taking the family dog (little pabs) for a walk, winding my bro the ruralien up, eating biscuits, loving bacon, christ alive! i love bacon, it's a real shame you can't keep a pet pig and just shave a few rashers off every day like a walking kebab spinny thing, has anyone invented bacon on a roll? wall mounted next to the kitchen towel, reel off a few sheets straight into the frying pan yummy
the cast of 'pigeon street'
i like what i like, it's not my fault if some of it is considered shit by the public at large, the mighty band FREE, led zep, cream, the floyd, take that, music with a catchy hook and singalong tune, some 80's shit, depeche mode, euryhyhyhymics and annie lennox, the zutons, loads of stuff and that
28 days later, zombie holocaust, you get the idea
spaced, mighty boosh, again, it's quite obvious
ian banks, and the m banks too, military history like max hastings, sci fi, thrillers and that
Bill Hicks, john bonham, keith moon, jimi, bowie in no particluar order