I like my mates, and what they say. I like the pub, and what they sell. I like raves, and what they play. I like the beach, and how it smells. I like Hampstead Heath, and that stinking pond i sometimes swim in. I like picnics, and what them teddy bears bring for me to eat. I like music, and how it makes my old bones vibrate.
Given the choice, i'd like to meet some real old clapped out fella with big bushy beard, tattered clothes, and a glazed look on his face like he spends all day facing the sun. One of those kindly chaps who one day just realised that really it doesn't amount to much, but fuck, sure is fun when your sitting in the sun sipping some pleasant drink and talking with a laugh in your voice to whoever sits beside, helping kill a little time, and sharing a little story.
I used to rave to d'n'b all the time. I was a 'junglists are you reh-hed-dee' type fellow who didn't really appreciate that peculiar, and boring, 'guitar music'. But all that has changed with age and time and mellowing out. So while I still love a rave, and the breakbeat scene is massive down these parts, I'm also a sensitive type now that can relax with a strummed note in the background and perhaps even a few comprehensible lyrics. I also think reggae is big, I think dance hall is big, i think good tunes is good tunes. Some roots rock reggae. Some happy clappy come flappy your arms right snappy. Some droll suicide tinged lyrical noise. Some time some thing, all good.
I love films. I'll watch anything that's not strapped together by numbers with every twist and turn pre ordained by the big blockbuster format of yesteryear. Westerns, gangster nonsense, stupid comedies, some weird french type moody blues crap, some Kurosawa inspired japanese weirdness. Definately David Lynch weirdness, and 'Wild at Heart' is my new favourite film, having seen it for the first time the other day - it's hilarious. But these should all be saved for lazy days, when the suns not shining and you're heads not tonking, when there's no interesting friends rolling into town with money in there pockets and drinks to be bought. Otherwise get outside you pale pasty son of a gun - even if it's straight into the nearest dingy pub, before the government pacifies and desmokifies the places.
Television is rubbish. Thats why i waste so much of my time in front of it.
I like most kinds of books, except anything that smells like its trying to lead me down some mystical self helping path. A damn good book i read recently was 'The Rum Diaries' by Hunter S. Thompson. The guys a nut nut. And i'm reading a lot of short stories at the moment. 1920's american ganster type comedy stories by Damon Runyon. Also the short stories of Raymond Carver, which are masterpieces, every dirty little one.
All them cool puppy cats dressed in shades and hats pretending to be real people that you find when you go to university in a poster on some girls wall or door. Comedy genius'.