Harold from Neighbours, and Dr Karl too. Dave "The Ledge" Grohl. Josh Homme and his ginger baby. Rita Hayworth. Mark Lanegan. Jesse 'the Devil' Hughes, because he likes the ladies. The man from the Cillit Bang adverts- HE'S BARRY SCOTT.
I love me some Queens of the Stone Age, and Foo Fighters, and Incubus. Also liking: Trail Of The Dead - Audioslave - The Distillers - Eagles of Death Metal - Oceansize - Air - Kyuss - Eleven - Screaming Trees - Marilyn Manson - No Doubt - Desert Sessions - Faith No More -PJ Harvey - Fiona Apple - Mark Lanegan - Nirvana - Regina Spektor - Fun Lovin' Criminals - My Vitriol - Reef - Garbage - And the Spongebob Squarepants theme. OHHHH...!
40's noir like Gilda and Double Indemnity. Geeky sci-fi like The Matrix and The Fifth Element and Serenity, even though no-one else gets it. Arty foreign films like Amelie and Kitchen Stories. Butt-kicking nonsense like Die Hard 3: With a Vengence! None of your chick flick rubbish please.
Alias - Lost - Monty Python- ER - Spaced - Family Guy - American Dad - Peep Show - Firefly - Kath and Kim - Neighbours - Neighbours again at 5:35. You've got to watch it twice in case you missed anything the first time round. My secret guilty pleasures include Charmed, Jeremy Kyle, and the fabulous bitchiness of America's Next Top Model.
I like to keep up my degree tradition by having ten books on the go at once, but I especially like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Anne Rice and Bill Bryson. I am also enjoying New Scientist and National Geographic, because they make excellent train reading and are good for hiding trashy nonsense like Reveal in the middle. Other things to list include all of Paul's science fiction books, of which I can only read a page or two before giving up in despair. Then he gives me another one which is REALLY REALLY GREAT. Yes.
Josh Homme, for being quite lovely. The legend that is Barrie McDermott, for having less eyes than most. Lu and Han, for enduring being called "The Twins" by everyone annoying in the world. Me, for being apparently the only person on the planet able to resist the urge to jazz their MySpace up to apocalyptic eyeball-bursting levels.