Music, Apes, fine wine.
The inventor of velcro. A talking monkey. The Stay-puff Marshmallow Man (non-evil version) and most other people who say hello. (All of the above have never said hello to me though.)
AC/DC, Beathoven, The Smiths... and many more. Never ask me what 3 records I would take on a desert island. I would pass out.
Fight Club, Almost Famous, Scarface... again, same deal with the desert island. But if there was a hi-fi and cinema it wouldn't be all that bad.
As I work in TV I can't stand to watch it at home - it's like a bank clerk looking over bank statements as he's settling down after tea with a cuppa. He would weep.
Catcher In The Rye, The Rum Diaries, any Bond novel printed in the 50's & 60's. They smell authentic.
Syd Barrat, Jarvis Cocker.