being lame. eating strawberry flavour chocolates.
R.I.P.
cheese grater.
anything with a bit of the ol' ultraviolence in it. oh and barbarella, love. plus being john malkovich, the trip (seen it three times and havent heard the sound, ha) woodstock, i donno if that counts. anyway you get the idea.
midsomer murders, especially the one where the murderer manages to get an old lady in a wheel chair to kill the victim who is her two timing husband with a catapult firing his prized vintage wine collection down onto him tied to the garden in the centre of a huge target. its sick.
i prefer album booklets and the occasional road sign.
Lemy. Lemy is fucking god. Plus, captain scarlet, hugh fearnley-whittingstall, The Horrors and otters.