Whatever amuses me this week. Tripping over. Scarves. Hunting down mice. Tea. Post-its. Wearing other peoples clothes. Gingers. The words: 'tart', 'braw', 'genius', 'pure'. Humiliated Counts. Kermit the frog garden ornaments. Apathy. The phallus. Fellow Midgets. Hearing aiden moffat say something about trains. Catholic Guilt. My hat and cane. Locating the river in 'Clyde-bank'. Retro dance choons. Monitoring pigeons' social awareness. Something 'AMAZING' Someone. Insomnia. Getting jobs. Quitting jobs. David Hassellhoff four times on a jukebox. People who are drunker than I am. Lidls. Cider. WINE. Porridge. Grapes. Generally making a summary of my interests gradually degenerate into a list of favourite foods. Scarves though, mainly.
Morrissey. On a barge. Boys who wear suits. John Donne. Charlie Brooker in need of a nicotine fix.
The Nolan Sisters
I've only seen about 4 movies in my life; what these are may differ from time to time, so i'm clearly lying.
deal or no deal
Anything written by vaguely fanciable dead poets.
Madonna before she went all evil, Marilyn Monroe with Debbie Harry dancing.