fluffy (nope, I've no idea what that means either...hang on, was it fluffer?);
prone to fuckwittery;
"not a morning person...often not an afternoon person either".
...see that "prone to fuckwittery" thing I mentioned up there?
...uh huh...you see it now don't you?
Examples: Crazy P, Nick Cave, Green Wing, Dan Flavin, Tim Burton, Shooting the Past, Daft Punk (French house in general really), Bridget Riley, Spiritualized, Blazing Saddles. The thing I love more than anything is the sea.
Less keen on: jazz....folk...sounds like squeezing cats through mangle. Violins and accordions? Together?! WTF?
* Don't judge me, they were brilliantly indecent when I was a teenager...the books I mean...not my sisters...that'd just be wrong...really, really wrong..
When I'm not thinking of that I'm wondering whether I'd be allowed to get road tax for a hovercraft.
How otters have got life pretty sorted.
If you secretly, or not so secretly, enjoy schadenfreude (I'm shit hot at German) then you're my type.
You know what? Just email if you want to...