Travel, books, cinema, comedy, sex, food, art. Not necessarily in that order. Never all at the same time. That's how you break a hip.
Music
Anything good in any genre - except Country and Western of course. No good can come of being that close to your own sister.
Examples? Oh okay, here goes; Coldplay, The Beatles, 1 Giant Leap, Basement Jaxx, Kelis, Lauren Hill, Radiohead, Badly Drawn Boy, Lily Allen, Keane, Tricky, The White Stripes, Busta Rhymes, Pharrell, Public Enemy, The Killers, Gorillaz, India Arie, Kanye West, Neil Finn, Noel Gallagher, Röyksopp, Jamiroquai, Snow Patrol, Groove Armada, Paul Simon, De La Soul, REM, Blur, U2, Muse, Jay-Z, Crowded House, George Michael, Dizzee Rascal, David Gray, Snoop Dogg, Sheryl Crow, The Charlatans, Foo Fighters, Gnarls Barkley. And so on.
Movies
Again, anything good really. The Coen Brothers, Quentin Tarantino, Christopher Nolan, George Lucas, Christopher Guest, Brian Singer, Billy Bob Thornton etc. I have hundreds of movies and I love every one of them - far too many to mention. Good movies exist in every genre these days.
Television
All the heavy hitters. Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Simpsons, 24, Lost, The Sopranos, QI, The Office, The Brotherhood, Spike Milligan, Spaced, Family Guy, 8 Out Of 10 Cats, Alan Partridge, Warner Brothers Cartoons, Lee and Herring, Monty Python, Chris Morris, Larry Sanders, Seinfeld, Frasier. You know, things of that kidney.
Books
Hundreds of autobiographies (no biography though - what's the point?). Everything by Terry Pratchett and Michael Crichton (even though 'Next' was shit). Lots of other disparate subjects and authors. Harry Potter too. So what? They're good. Oh Shut up, that's why.
About me: I was born in 1972 in what I will politely refer to as a nasty shithole in Essex in the UK. I scarpered to Ireland in 1997 and now live happily here with my fiancée and our two sons. Life is good.
I love movies, books and good television and like to hear from people with a point of view, a sense of humour, and the ability to express themselves properly.
It's a prerequisite that you be able to walk erect, find your arse with both hands, and/or talk and breathe at the same time without a problem.
No moon-pointers or mouth breathers please. That means you Cleetus.
Who I'd like to meet: That guy from the movie Memento with a big bag of money.
Oh, tottering along. Festival season in Edinburgh so half a million tourists are all determined to spike me in the eye with their sodding umbrellas. Want sunshine before I go fecking blind.
