Diminutive, often hatted, sometimes pointy chelsea booted, officially the 18th best stand up drummer in the UK (we have conferences and things).
I like riding my bike around disused railway lines in the summer and going to tiny cinemas in the winter.
I prefer visiting places to explore rather than sitting on a beach. Brasov was good for this, as was Robin Hood's Bay, with its numerous Mr Men houses and secret seal colony. The Goathland to Grosmont walk is one of the best, particularly when half way along there is a tiny pub with a sweet shop in the middle, next to a waterfall. And everyone loves Dungeness in November, right?
Currently re-reading a load of Brautigan; Sombrero Fallout ftw. Jarvis is dead right about that one. Although Moonminvalley in November is still probably the best book ever written.
Have also been recently reading John Fante, Hans Fallada, a bit of Bulgakov, Bessel van der Kolk, and Steven Pinker, who seems to a be a very wise man indeed. Oh, and the comics of Larry Gonick.
Big fan of Miyazaki, Von Trier, Moodysson.
Seeing Wilfried Zaha running down the wing makes me feel 14 again.
I still find the look a cat makes just before deciding to do something endlessly amusing.
I am glad Loop have re-formed. Alvvays jangle the best. The last James Holden album gives me goosebumps. I think Owen Pallett is a bit of a genius. Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs and Bonnacons of Doom are brilliantly stupid. I like the Moth Club's golden sparkly ceiling.
INFJ (apparently).
If I was a car I'd be a 1960s fiat 500 (suicide doors version).
I don't cross my sindy cabbages.
I like my orange juice with bits in.
I hate flips flops.
