feet, countryside, nonchalance, the fabric of space-time, paranoia, hats, sunshine, death, making my bones click (mmm) ancient history, cumabunds, why? (and how is it spelt?), alcohol, the subconscious, not having to rely on public transport, the state of this country and indeed the world, harlequins, conceptual art involving poo of some kind, tax rebates
people with post-modern laissez-faire attitudes towards lobster rearing. Someone who believes that in the future we will all be fruitarian hermaphrodites living in time-sustained polyeurythane tree pods having cyber incest with our second generation clones.
anything that's foonky, derty, with innard-jostling bass and a cheesy middle-eight. I own more stevie wonder albums than even stevie himself can remember recording. And of course, muchios hits of the eighties. The decade that style not only forgot, but crossed off their xmas card list...
labyrinth, bubbleboy, being john malkovich, team america (fuck yeah!), peewee's big adventure, happiness, the idiots, some like it hot
anything by chris morris or matt groenig, anything with "swap" in the title, and any sort of sensationalist scaremongering documentary about how we're all going to die.
houllebecq, orwell, einstein, paula yates ( "a tale of two kitties", check it)
my mummy