Books by my bed right now include stuff by Mark Gatiss, Sandi
Toksvig, a collection of bisexual women's erotica, a shamanic
healing book and some Natural Health magazines. Mm, not sure if
these necessarily define me. Christ, maybe they do.
My film viewing tends to lend itself to the french arthouse
Like hell it does. Basically, 10 years ago this list would have
read like some posh swanky film nerd's list but at present my
favourite films tend to have a plotline that moves something along
the lines of girl meets nasty boy, girl gets dumped by nasty boy,
girl meets another much more socially adjusted boy, something
prevents the second meeting of boy and girl (missed train, death of
a small child, some crazy mix up in communication...) and having
forgotten to exchange any kind of contact details they lose touch
(which also serves to make her rather bitter and distrusting of all
boys due to her experience with 'nasty' boy to add to all this),
years later they meet again at a charity fundraising event where
she wins him in a slave auction and all that sillyness of years
gone by is forgotten in a final kiss, oh and a wedding
Am willing to be converted on the above.
Mid profile update: After having occasionally glanced over my own
profile for what... months now... I have only just spotted my
incorrect spelling of the word 'silliness'...
"Oh what a terrible shame; she would've been perfect were it not
for that classic y/i mix up. Sure we could date, but it would
always be on my mind".
I have recently discovered the rather delicious form of dance known
as bachata and suddenly life makes sense. Basically the man has to
sort of pop his leg between the woman's legs whilst they both do
lots of wiggling of hips/bottoms. Those with a knowledge of the
dance may feel I have left some of the finer details out. So, this
kind of music now sits alongside all my old rock, soul, pop, blues,
new country and the soundtrack from shark tale.
Sometimes chilli makes me hallucinate and I am always keen to
replicate this experience.
Just been having a Chris Morris night and nearly did a wee...