Angela Carter. Bunuel's Mexican films. Coastlines. Dolan Duck. EMA. Francis Bacon. Grimes. Hollis Frampton. It's a Wonderful Life. Jane Arden. Kenickie. Ladybird books. Melvins. Nuclear war fiction. Oskar Fischinger. Plath 'n' Pinter. Quiz Show. Roches. Socialist Realist film and painting. The Moon Over The Alley. Urban decay. Velvet Underground. Wavelength. X-ing. Yoko Ono. Zabriskie Point.

And so on and so on.

Teaching film. Working at a cinema. Living on a boat. Waiting to hear back about a PhD application.

Staying up late then getting up early. Flirting.

'Are you that guy off The River Cottage?'

(No, but I have a funny story about what he does when he's not in the kitchen.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4UBJz8GJk0&feature=picp

and/or

http://cosmarxpolitan.tumblr.com/

I actually live in Oxford. Let's face it, though, Oxford is essentially a well connected suburb of London.

Just, y'know, you feel you ought.