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Who Are You?: A poet and a librarian but not Philip Larkin.
Where Are You?: At work in Brighton, UK. In the rain. What Are You?: Tired. Bored. What do you make?: Poems, lots of tea, and a mean spinach curry. What do you love?: The sea, the Downs, words, a boy, my family, a dog called Eve, clean sheets. What do you hate?: Pretension, aggression and shellfish. What do you listen to?: Belle & Sebastian, The Go Betweens, Camera Obscura, Buck 65, Ty, Be Good Tanyas, Jim White, BBC radio... What do you watch?: Don't own a TV, so just the odd film and the sky and that. What do you drink?: Tea, coffee, Guinness, Harveys. What do you smoke?: Nothing. What do you take?: In the way of illegal drugs, usually nothing. What do you believe in?: Fairies. When We Were 16 Where were you?: In Brighton.What were you?: A moody A Level student. What did you wear?: Doesn't bear thinking about really. Shades of brown and grey, nothing that suggested I owned a female body. What did you listen to?: Nirvana, REM, The Levellers, Pulp. What did you watch?: Dead Poet's Society, over and over again. What did you love?: Pre-Raphaelite art. Sylvia Plath. Jarvis Cocker. Louise Wener. My bedroom. What did you hate?: Authority, dance music, the girls in my class. What did you drink?: Cider and Archers (why don't teenagers drink anything nice??) What did you smoke?: Nothing. What did you take?: Nothing. What did you want to be?: A writer. Who did you fight?: Verbally: my sister, my parents, my stepfather, my teachers. Physically: nobody. Who/What did you believe in?: Love, beauty, my friends, gods. Where did you go?: Shopping, to the cinema, to my friends' houses, for picnics on the Downs, to the Hobgoblin (pub), to The Basement (club). What did you learn?: Whatever it was, I've forgotten it now. |