I love Ingrid Bergman. I like Feargal Sharkey.
I think Paula Rego sings from a soul as yet undiscovered.
I have not read The Bible.
I know Salvador Dali is shit.
I have piles.
The more somebody is hated the more I hate their enemies.
I am happy to cry at Field of Dreams, The Dead, Aubade, Ride With The Devil and Lassie Come Home but I resent the manipulation of Cormac McCarthy –
fascism lies within the attempt to control human emotions.
I shrink from confrontation.
Belief in God is a sure sign of a profound lack of imagination.
Don Paterson rocks.
Tom Waits is a charlatan. Nick Cave’s relevance is still an open debate.
I have a place on my back, when somebody kisses it: I breathe fire.
The Fall constantly call me through the fog.
I am yet to read Ulysses.
It is impossible to second guess Bob Dylan.
I am pretty sure, although I hate it, if I re-read Darkmans I will…—More Untruths