seeing as there is too much hate on this forum.

a freshly made bed.

Showers.

Bacon sandwiches.

Beef Chilli

Yeah! This is more like it! Spread the love.

I fucking love listening to my iPod in the sun.

An obvious one but: lie-ins.

Receiving and opening new CDs/vinyl in the post.
The walk home from work.

Cliche as fuck but I love hardcore dancing at gigs (where applicable to the music, I wouldn't for example break out a two step at Nile or Alcest).

Pretty women.

Talking absolute bullshit with friends all day with not a care for anything.

Good tattoos.

Hats, particularly flat caps and New Era Fitteds. I have developed a love of the ol' snapbacks though too.

BOOBIES!!!! Guitars and booze. That's the holy trinity for me.

Handlebar moustaches! They're like catnip to me and I'm like a big puff pretending to be a cat.

Stole my post.

I can't get enough of them. I fucking love boobies, me.

I also rather fond of cheese.

i have allways loved the sound of rain on a poncho and the smell of the forest after a storm, the silence of first light in the arse end of nowhere,the serenity before putting second preasure on the trigger and also the smell of cordite after a day down the range.

i also fucking love my kids like you could not believe.the daft things that come up with and remembering what it was like to be there age.
i love my friends, cause without them and indeed most of you crazy donutsi love football even though i sometimes i hate it, i love my cats even though they are clearly demented

AND I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING

i also love lamp
and myn lovely handle bar tache

I love my thigh ticklers. They've become like a pet.

i love beer, i fucking love it, not in a getting pissed sense.
and weed, good honest to god skunk, its the bollocks, and satisfying the munchies after
and the first morning pooh that is awsome.

A full Irish breakfast after a night out on the piss.

Alternatively, being sober on a night out or a house party, getting to the point where the night and the company is just about to change from entertaining to a bit sad and annoying, and leaving early to go home, have something nice to eat and go to bed.

When its pissing rain and windy outside and I'm inside lying in bed reading a book.

Going for a walk on my own in autumn/winter with 'Terra Incognito' by The Great Deceiver blaring in my ears.

Going into a record shop, book shop or dvd store for a look and finding something you've wanted for ages purely by chance.

When you know a girl is interested, and you are not sure how you know, its just obvious.

WW2 movies.

The sound of wood pigeons in the evening.

Going for a walk by the sea on a windy day.


Two of the greatest things in the world.

Humous, real ale, cute pathetic animals, coffee, walking in the countryside with or without music, good pubs - a dying phenomenon, history, DINOSAURS AND BIG FUCK OFF MONSTERS OF ALL SORTS, mythology, meeting people from other countries, a Sunday Roast.

Doing nothing when you are supposed to be doing something.
Buying Gnomes.
Walking round Garden Centres.

A trip to Charlie Byrne's (the best secondhand bookshop I've come across), then around the corner to Freeney's to sit in front of a fuck-off coal fire with a book and a pint on a wintery afternoon.