I love manual typewriters, I even bought one but I never learned to type until I got hold of an ugly Amstrad PC. I love lightbulbs but I got a bit bored with changing them so now my house is full of those ridiculously shaped low energy ones. I love ice cream vans and stripey kiosks more than I love ice cream itself. I love toy trucks especially if they are rusty, in fact I like anything rusty; just at that point where it’s going to fall apart completely and turn into that intensely dark red powder paint. I love rocking horses because they are scary like real horses, they’re not going anywhere. I love golf balls, but they were better when they 5 miles of elastic wrapped around a sac of deadly poisonous liquid. I hate golf. I love old cookers. In our first house we had 1950’s cream gas one with three ring and an even older electric one which glowed red hot. We’ve still got the pink one that came out of a trailer home in Tucson Arizona but it needs to be converted from LPG. I love sleep. No dreams, the kind of sleep where you wake up and it feels like no time has passed. A time warp which spits you out at the other end wondering what day it is and where you are and what your name is, space in your life, a vacuum. Doesn’t happen often. Nature abhors a vacuum. I love madfashionbitch and the things I love about her are most are also all the things that about her that drive me completely mad.