These things I like.

[Roger Godpleton]

Ice Cream. I'm fairly certain it will kill me, but I just can't get enough of that dairyful stuff.

Seeing parents refusing to cave in to the demands of their wailing brats. Especially teenage mothers. That little shit ruined your life, why show mercy?

Libraries.

Snooker.

[ukdane]

Best sound in the world: The sound of either of my children laughing.

Best smell in the world: Freshly cut grass (despite allergies), bacon, freshly baked bread, vanilla.

Best taste in the world: Chinese crispy aromatic duck (with all the trimmings) - is probably my number 1.

Best sight in the world: (too many) my Children are probably nr 1. (various places in England)

Best touch in the world: (female) BREASTS!  

[Bouwel]

Aaaaand we're back to boobies by post #17! Not complaining, just commenting

-Bouwel-

[Dandontdare]

Aaaaand we're back to boobies by post #17! Not complaining, just commenting

hmm you're right - all the weightier issues ultimately lose out to biscuits and boobies on this board don't they? That's the British Internet for you! Now just time for a nice cup of tea......

[TordelBack]

Cripes, I can't believe no-one else has said it yet, so I might as well:

To crush your enemies , see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women!

[SamuelAWilkinson]

Tea. There's no other wonder potion quite like it. Infinite in flavours and varieties, from the most delicate Earl Grey to the heartiest English Breakfast. It can be served with milk, lemon, sugar or none of the above. It can be brewed in a kitchen, on the side of a mountain or in the middle of the arctic tundra. The very idea of it will raise the spirits of a group of piss-wet campers or freezing hikers, while the taste will bring a smile to the face of even the most miserable. Truly, this is an elixir sent from above.

Second-hand bookshops. They're a dying institution, sad to say, but when you come across one in some distant corner of a strange town there's no better way to kill half an hour or more, searching through shelves of badly-sorted volumes just looking for something which will catch your eye. And the smell, oh the smell!

Sitting on a grassy hillside on a glorious English summer's day (of which there are four per year) with a book in one hand, a frisbee to hand, and live music somewhere nearby.

[Peter Wolf]

A list of music that is impossible to choose a few from.

Solitude and peace and quiet.

Going for walks at night

Eating and cooking.

Doing artwork.

Writing about whatever whenever i feel like it.

Rolling a funny cigarette after a hard days graft.

Debate.

Fighting.

Drumming.

Exploration and travel.

Cross country running when i can be bothered.

Sleeping.

The South Pacific and Canada

Ranting.

Comic art.

Sleeping.

Socialising if its with the right kind of company.

[Tweak72]

Mrs Tweak

Comic shops

Complete DVD Box sets

Mixing

Audio books or radio series (most recent buy: Complete BBC Earthsearch)

Mrs Tweak

Most of the time, here.

That first decent cup of filter coffee.

[JamesC]

Shepherd's Pie. It's my favourite dinner and I like having bread with it and making Shepherd's Pie sandwiches.

Fun music. Yes I like seriuos emotional and thought provoking music but I also like Chas and Dave and Boney M. People don't do the Hokey Cokey or the Conga anymore and i think it's a bloody shame.

Lego. My favourite toy bar none as a child and still a fantastic invention. Standing or kneeling on a Lego brick is sweet, nostalgic and excrutiating pain.

Rubbish films which are actually great. Why don't they make films like commando anymore? Or Smokey and the Bandit?

Places where you can talk about stuff like this and people don't sneer and think you're being uncool or think that you're trying to be cool in an ironic way. Give me a local boozer over a trendy bar any day.

Girls that like local boozers better than trendy bars and aren't afraid of showing themselves up by doing the Hokey Cokey.

[Something Fishy]

Going for a walk up Carn Marth. which I live on the edge of and sitting at the top gazing at the verdant lush  South Coast and the Channel on one side and the Barren Stark and utterly beautiful North Coast on the other.

Just makes me feel alive every time.

Doing that with my wife and Son, taking the Binocs and sharing our joy of watching the wild birds is an different but equally great way to enjoy the same.

When i'm stress I just think about going up there on the next Sunny day.

Going down to the sea.. thinking of that brings a smile to my face.

Other things include my wife, my son, of course My dad more so than ever now when i think back, a good rugby match, going out with the missus to see a good folk act. Many others no doubt.

[satchmo]

I feel a bit Christmassy today because I know I've got a major new Dredd story to read tomorrow.
The Wire starts next monday.
And the woods I played in as a kid are as beautiful as they ever were. I love my home town very much.

[Roger Godpleton]

Street Fighter 4 is the queen of my heart, no matter how badly I suck at it. I especially love the fact that Sakura's Shoryken looks like the type of imitation you might typically expect from schoolchildren.

[Kerrin]

A pint of cold semi-skimmed milk from a glass.
The cool side of the pillow.
2000AD.
A new book from a favorite author.
Steak and chips.
Riding a motorbike.
Completing the daily crossword.
Women. Especially ones with wider interests than soap operas and reality shows. But I'm not choosy.
Saturday mornings at work, when I can get on without constant f*ckwit questions and listen to radio2 with only the noise from my own air tools to interfere with my listening pleasure. Bliss.
A raucous fart.
Sleep.

And I'm with RAC on the subject of sausages. I can say without fear of contradiction that I've eaten far too many of them for my own good over the years. I'd rather be big boned and happy than skinny and, well, skinny.

[SmallBlueThing]

Reading to my eldest at night, when he goes to bed. Currently, it's The Witches by Roald Dahl, and he's absolutely loving it. Even better is that I get to put on loads of brilliant voices for all the characters (Grandmamma is a cross between Swedish and Welsh and The Grand High Witch is a throaty nazi rasp/roar that I can only do between the hour of seven pee em and whenever we finish the chapter(s). If I try at any other time of day, I sound like a cast member of Allo Allo) He LOVES it, and it's terrifying him in equal measure.

Patrick Doyle's soundtrack to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein- very much my favourite CD. Although I affect "not to like music", I put this on when no one's around and get all tempestuous and/ or cry.

The hugs my youngest gives me when I get home.

Watching my wife do her thang on stage. Sexy, funny, daring, naughty, clever, and mine.

Standing on the West Hill, watching the fishing boats come in, and just staring down into the Old Town, watching it pootle along as it has done for nearly a thousand years.

Coffee and a fag first thing in the morning.

Being a third of the way into a book I'm really enjoying, knowing I've got two-thirds left to go.

The opening titles of The Wicker Man and An American Werewolf In London. Because I know that I'm going to be in cinematic heaven for the next couple of hours.

Waterstones, in Hastings town centre. Where they stock loads of comic trades and where I can chat to Matt the comics-guy for ten minutes about stuff we like.

Primeval. The only tv show that guarantees all my family will be in one place at the same time, watching it.

My cat, the real Spooky, despite her shitting in the corner of the lounge and puking on my shoes/ pears/ sandwiches at various times.

2000ad. Because it's not just for Wednesdays.

Steev

[Gavin_Leahy_Block]

Wednesday evening, a cup of tea, some biscuits and 2000ad.
Spiced rum after a long week.
Carl Orff's Gassenhauer – the only peace of music I can come back to and still feel like I did the first time I heard it. Magical.
Crisps – much better then chocolate.
Local pubs and a good pint.
Pigs – the source of the greatest meats I have ever tasted