writing, Musik hören, gig-going, burlesque dancing in my head, acrobatics, carnivals, drawing to music, paying attention, hiding under things, pretending to be Jane Birkin, dreaming, taking pictures, smoking Gauloises in shady bars, hula-hooping, playing the recorder at traffic wardens, poi-spinning, commentating on life, the 1960's, therapy.
I ideally want to meet anyone who I feel I can connect with. And anyone else who likes to end sentences with a preposition. I'm a reformed grammar-Nazi.
I used to be so sure but I keep surprising myself. Nick Cave. New Young Pony Club. Thom Yorke. Dirty Three. Ozrics. Clinic. Four Tet. Blonde Redhead. Bjoerk. Nouvelle Vague. Boards of Canada. A Sunny Day In Glasgow. Neil Young. The Pentangle. The Cure. Ladytron. Arab Strap. Patti Smith. Karsten Pflum. Buskers on the street. PJ Harvey. Deerhoof. Makyo. Patrick Wolf. Beck. Wild crazy dancing music.
Verschwende Deine Jugend. Voyager (Sam Shepherd, Julie Delpey). Lost In Translation. Withnail & I.
Be damned TV! There's nothing on you anymore. The more I watch you the sicker I feel.
Homo faber, The Shipping News, all of the Tove Jansson Moomin stories, Les Passagers du Roissy-Express, everything by Hunter S. Thompson, Star of the Sea, The Great Gatsby, The Handmaid's Tale, A Scanner Darkly, Le spleen de Paris, Chat magazine. I haven't read a proper book in ages which is sad really. The Summer Book.
My parents. Working class heroes. My spirit guide. Stephen Fry. Bernard Black.