Art, particularly photography. Country walks. Prescription drugs and dysfunctional families.
The young Debbie Harry, before she got fat and started carrying a chiwawa in her handbag. Beautiful, beautiful Debbie Harry.Also, Chris Martin, so I can castrate him while he watches me eat his children.
An ecclectic but discerning mix that at times may resemble the ironic, or at least the homosexual, but I guarantee is always heart felt and entirely sincere. In fact, I hate irony. Irony has been hijacked by twats in Shoreditch in skinny jeans and leg warmers. Anyway, Buddy Holly, Hot Chip, The Clash, The Buzzcocks, 'Skater Boy' by Avrille Lavine, Grosvenor, Joy Division, Blondie, 'Back for Good' by Take That, Stone Roses, McDermott's Two Hours, The Jam, Force and Styles, The Test Match Special Theme, Woody Guthrie, Broken Beat, Swedish bagpipe music, especially with female vocals, The Cure, The Specials, Bob Dylan, Billy Bragg, Johnny Cash, Kate Bush, Elastica, Happy Mondays, 'Mmbop' by Hanson, New Order.
Anything by Boudwou.
I was on television once. I made a video diary for BBC 2 when I was twelve. The programme was presented by Phillipa Forrester and that computer animated cat she used to be friends with. In my film I declared my love for The Levellers and how their music helped me through my parents breaking up. This last bit was a lie. Like most eleven year olds in 1991 I liked Ace of Base and Shaggy. In my film, I mainly wear a tie die tee shirt and Doctor Martin boots. One day I will post that film on You Tube and I will be famous all over again.
Raymond Carver, Tobias Wolffe, Andre Dubus, JD Salinger, Mervyn Peake, Herman Hesse.
Richie Benault, Steve McQueen, "Mikey" - the tramp I met a couple of years ago outside Jennifer's twenty four hour shop.