In accordance with John Cusack, I am a firm believer in its not what you are like, its what you do like, so here is a summary: Eighties romantic comedies, pretentious indie rock and crappy christmas songs, haribo, random-ness,words ending with -ness, falling over/smoking obnoxiously when drunk, kevin spacey's voice, black books, blackadder, bond baddies and their general crapness, old movies, Twin Peaks and David Lynch's bendy arms fantasticness, Special Agent Dale Cooper, Calvin and Hobbes, compulsive lying, dylan moran, edward furlong and edward norton (which makes American History X almost too great to watch), edward scissorhands, fate and feather boas, fight club, frank black (or Big Baby Man as Chris Morris calls him), referring to mundane things as Mighty (such as The Mighty Tom Hanks), futurama, garth marangui's darkplace, glitter and gossiping, kitchens at house parties, hugging, pretending I only like Labyrinth because of David Bowie's PVC trousers when in fact I think its a seminal piece of art, laughing until it hurts, monty python, new book smell, old book smell, nick hornby, paul bettany, people-watching, pianos, picnics, ray bradbury, red dwarf, sam rockwell, scrubs, self-destructive men, self-indulgence, sneezing with abandon, eating apples like a Viking, soundtracks, climbing on furniture when I'm on the phone with boys I like, the day today, the diceman, tim burton, tarantino's true romance, zombie movies, big long ridiculous lists which never end but inevitably have to. So there you go.

Im a student of a stupid subject which everyone smiles indulgently at and therefore i do nothing but drink pints and tequila and look smug at everyone taking biochemistry and architecture.

Among my many talents are; knowing a lot of very very useless crap, singing "Learning To Fly" when drunk, doodling, slipping movie quotes seamlessly into conversations, arguing/debating (but really arguing) usually about music and my general superiority, making huge sandwiches from whatever food is there, assigning myself role of DJ in an obnoxious manner at every house party I go to, sustaining conversations with no discernable topic for up to 4 days, answering doors with gusto in green face masks, knowing that the answer is always 42.

According to my new flatmates, they first thought of me as someone who was remarkably not giving a shit

Favorite Books: Anything by Don Delillo, Charles Bukowski, Bret Easton Ellis, Kerouac, Burroughs, Douglas Coupland or Douglas Adams. If I had to recommend a couple of specifics - read these, you will like them.. The Diceman - Luke Rhinehart A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius - Dave Eggers Wolf Whistle or The Music of the Swamp - Lewis Nordan A Secret History - Donna Tartt The House of Sleep - Jonathan Coe (Not Sebastian Coe, I HATE SEBASTIAN COE!!)

Favourite Movies - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Wonder Boys, The Ice Storm, Ferris Bueller, The Royal Tenenbaums, Gremlins II, American History X, Withnail and I, Plan 9 From Outer Space and Ed Wood ('You're the ruler of the galaxy; show a little taste..'), Anchorman, Dead Alive...Basically anything with Johnny Depp, Christopher Walken, Edward Norton, John Cusack or James Spader (yes, even that one with Rob Lowe about 80's shoulderpads and evil yuppies)

I have a theory that the best love would be some strange hybrid of High Fidelity, Grosse Pointe Blank, The Princess Bride, True Romance and Secretary. I don't know what that says about me.

Favourite Music - David Bowie, Tom Waits, Talking Heads, Tilly and the Wall, Azure Ray, The Smiths, Morrissey, Camera Obscura, Lisa Germano, Sleepy Jackson, BRUCE (a thousand times, Bruce), Rilo Kiley, Velvet Underground, Ryan Adams, Laura Veirs, Mercury Rev, Violent Femmes, Sparklehorse, Roxy Music, The Cocteau Twins, Arcade Fire, Beck, Dylan, Brendan Benson, Regina Spektor, Postal Service, Cat Power, Eels, Elliott Smith, Frank Black, Grandaddy, The Killers, Gene, The Mountain Goats, Stars, The National, Pavement, Pete Yorn, Preston School Of Industry, PJ Harvey, Pulp, Shins, Strokes, They Might Be Giants, Southern Gent Wayne Coyne, U2 (although I hate bastard Bono)

books and music coffee and cigarettes pen and paper Calvin and Hobbes scrapbooks and shoeboxes

The random and the picaresque such as - why chip shops make me feel inadequate as a person, why driving one handed makes me feel like I'm wearing sunglasses even when I'm not, wondering if it is humanly possible to create a profile which defines me as a person. Wondering when I can next slip in a pretentious Douglas Coupland quote, like "if you think about the future that means you want something". I really really really love Bruce Springsteen, he is truly The King Of Men. Also - why does everyone think they can do a David Byrne voice?

mid-shot, mid-giggle, mid-man, mid-falling off chair, mid-movie, mid-cigarette, mid-party, mid-dancing. Just....mid.

I used to have a crush on Abraham Lincoln when i was in primary school. I am not ashamed.

you are completely insane (in the good way), speak random crap or look like Johnny Depp.