I was going to write about something else because I don’t like exposing this sort of information to the great masses of the planet, but I’m sleep deprived and willing to tell you just about anything so here goes:
Specifically the album Red featuring 22, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, I Knew You Were Trouble. I do love a little bit of Taylor. I like to listen to it in the car (when I’m alone).
The movie with Meryl Streep chased by three old men all to the familiar sound of Abba. It’s a love story for the ages. Proper feel good awesomeness.
Divine. A long, long soak in a hot, hot bath with bubbles for days. And a good book to read (or as happen more recently, Twitter).
It’s one of the very few ‘real time’ TV shows that I watch. And I know it’s trashy, shite and fixed. But I get so wrapped up in it it’s almost funny.
Honourable mentions: Take Me Out, The Jeremy Kyle Show.
When you sneeze and unleash a stream of expletives by way of expelling the bad energy.
Either getting hold of a stubborn hard one, or that time when you get hold of what feels like a tiny bit but it pulls a massive stringy slug from way down deep in your sinuses.
A Warm Toilet Seat
Because happiness is a comfortable poo.
Watching The Rocky Horror Show, getting really drunk, and singing along at the top of my voice; alone.
Somethings other people do not need to experience. My rendition of Sweet Transvestite is one of those things.