I still don’t understand these awards things. However, it’s lovely – and I am, for once, being genuine here – to be noticed. Yesterday Oana Fagaras nominated me for something called The Liebster Award. As usual, I’ll answer the questions, but I won’t nominate anyone. If you want to do it, go nuts.
Anyway, thank you, Oana.
Here you are:
- Why did you start a blog?
It is my gift to humanity.
I’ve actually been revisiting my old blog. Ten years ago today I wrote:
I went into Central with Genre and picked up the new promo CDs. They look swish and going to the top of Centrepoint made me feel successful (still waiting to be paid though…) By way of celebration, we went to the pub. Brittany Murphy came in and checked me out. Considering it.
- Do you believe in soul mates?
You have to believe in the soul first.
- “You aren’t wealthy until you have something that money can’t buy”. Do you agree?
Damn, modern living. Everyone’s obsessed with wealth and competition. If you’re having a good time, who cares?
- What’s your definition of heaven?
A gay club in Charring Cross.
- Your favorite TV Show.
Tough question. I would say The X-Files (scary, funny, gripping), but then Breaking Bad…I dunno. Isn’t that a little boring? Then there’s The O.C. Well, obviously it’s shit, but it’s so addictive. It’s like the James Patterson of TV. And who doesn’t love Mischa Barton, eh?
You know she used to own a clothes shop in Spitalfields, a mere five minutes from where I work? The Mischa Barton Boutique. I never went in, but sometimes I’d stand outside, watching her folding t-shirts with her shaky drug hands. Memories…
Where was I? Oh, best TV show… It’s a tough one. Ultimately, they’re ruined by greedy networks dragging them out too long. Dexter, for example. First season is almost perfect (a superb adaptation of a poorly written novel with a great hook, IMHO), but from then on it’s downhill – and that’s a steep decline, my friends. Or Battlestar Galactica. Peaks at the start of Season 3 and then drops off a little (although, in fairness, that suffered not because of length, but because of the *SPOILER ALERT* deus ex machina ending).
You know what show I really fucking love, something that’s never dipped in quality and just gets better and better? Banshee. I fucking love Banshee. Really high level trash. Yeah, Banshee. Or Revenge, simply for the unquestionable duo of Nolan Ross’s wardrobe and Emily VanCamp’s face.
- What do you think has the most impact: words or actions?
My superpower is the ability to ruin a person’s day with one sentence. However, I also possess a pretty good left hook (#southpaw). Situation dictates which one will be the most effective.
- Do you remember the moment when you decided who you wanna be? Share it with me.
Know thyself? No thyself, more like. I’ll keep you posted…
- What’s your biggest fear?
Leaving nothing behind when I’m gone and Colin Farrell’s moustache in True Detective.
- Do you think it’s important for humans to spend some time alone with their thoughts?
I think it’s important for humans to actually have thoughts in the first place.
- Have you ever thought about starting a Vlogging Youtube Channel?
Is that some sort of 50 Shades rough sex porno thing? “I’ll vlog you ‘til you bleed, Ana!” In which case, yes. Yes I have.
- Would you go on a ” Saving the World” trip if you knew you would never have the chance to see your family again?
Like Bruce Willis in Armageddon? Fuck that. When the apocalypse comes, I’ll be looting the nearest Argos for some Nike Airs and a PS4. My family will help me fence them.
That’s all. Tomorrow I’ll give you countdown of top 10 Pret A Mangers to eat at in Central London (scored on Evidence of Rodent Infestation, Banker to Non-Banker Ratio and Romance Factor). See you then, kids.