SuicideGirl: Dylan
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Dylan fuck the champagne, we want gin

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SuicideGirl: Dylan
SuicideGirl: Dylan
SuicideGirl: Dylan
 

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bands:

  1. Boredoms
  2. MF DOOM
  3. Boris
  4. Björk
  5. Sonic Youth
  6. Sage Francis
  7. Herbaliser
  8. The Flaming Lips
  9. McLusky/Future of the Left
  10. eels

films:

  1. Survive Style 5+
  2. Otto: or, Up With the Dead
  3. Old Boy
  4. Mysterious Skin
  5. Napoleon Dynamite
  6. The Big Lebowski
  7. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
  8. Spinal Tap
  9. Amelie
  10. Shaun/Dawn/other things with Dead in the title

books:

  1. John Wyndham
  2. George Orwell
  3. Milan Kundera
  4. Sue Townsend
  5. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  6. Gerald Durrell
  7. Alan Moore
  8. Catch 22
  9. Kurt Vonnegut
  10. Bill Bryson

tv shows:

  1. Jaaaaaam
  2. Twin Peaks
  3. Home Movies
  4. Monkey Dust
  5. Brasseye
  6. Arrested Development
  7. Spaced
  8. Daria
  9. Ren and Stimpy
  10. anything by Attenborough

Video Games:

  1. Monkey Island
  2. Commander Keen
  3. Mario
  4. Portal
  5. Duke Nukem
 

into: Cheese, comic book stores, curly fries, dancing in the shower, dinosaurs, dirty riffs, dirty beats and dirty samples, doodling, festivals, gigging, giggling, happy endings, hot showers, hummus, innuendo, kissing, late nights, lie-ins, lucid dreams, mayonnaise, procrastination, robots, sarcasm, shiny things, sunset, sunrise, sunshine, sushi, and lots and lots of tea.

makes me happy: marmite, rainbow oil slicks on rainy pavements

makes me sad: People with no manners, Bratz Dolls, London pigeons with mangled feet.

i spend most of my free time: daydreaming/picking my nose

 

occupation: Fake Shemp

stats: I like to call myself "The Traditional English Pearshape"...and no, sadly that's not a dessert.

heroes: David Attenborough, Gerald Durrell, Caroline Lucas

fantasy: To be a zombie extra, or a stuffed animal in a Flaming Lips video.

sign: Insomniac

most humbling moment: Vomiting vesuvius-style through my nose across a friend's breakfast table. He wasn't there at the time. His parents were.

MY STATUS: single