Thanks to Steph Fellows, Sarah Leavesley, John Coopey, Nika Cobbett, Anna Percy, Mark Stevens, Bobby Parker, Tom Sweet, P.R. McDowell and Tim Wells.
books, clouds, comics, walks in forgotten places, certain people, the peach flavour Lipton’s iced tea, Manchester, cider, more peaches, the people who aren’t afraid to be common, those with a revolution on their minds, frenzied painting on massive canvases, playing There is a Light That Never Goes out when drunk on buses, the day after the night before, coming up with a genius line, that music that makes you contented-happy, half-hearted doodles that actually look pretty good, unexpected poems, piecing together plans, mixed fruit cider, Sambuca, Northerners, the unexpectedly nice people, creating, the people it’s safe to drop your guard around, good poetry, good company, well-timed periods of solitude, being in a place/headspace where things can make me happy: my boys, sunshine, water, creativity, cider, laughter, poetry, laughter, good music (with highly subjective caveats), forgetting how old I am, clever, moving films like American Beauty, Donnie Darko, Cosmopolis, silly/giggling teenage films like Dude, Where’s My Car or Rocky Horror Show, mental stimulation, walking in the rain, creativity, mulled wine, swimming, spontaneity within restrained damage limitation constraints, messing around with words, messing around with colours, beautiful things/people/landscapes/artworks, my boys’ carefree smiling faces, sheds, laying in the sun, writing, reading a new book or an old one I haven’t seen in a while, penguins, coming home after being away for a while, seeing my friends, talking to people I haven’t seen in a while, making plans to spend time with my friends, things that taste of elderflower, cordial, wine, lavender ice cream, rose lemonade, curling up in bed on a cold day, going out and having fun, new book smell, old book smell, Narnia, Libraries- especially when they’re my own, a new script, boyfriends and best friends, Skyrim at midnight in my boyfriends bed, stealing his cocopops, gym, handing work in on time, finishing essays, talking to squirrels, sitting with my dog, forests in summer, beaches, hot pavements- no shoes, junk food, good food, food, new ideas for stories, when no one sits next to me on the bus home at night, Manchester Piccadilly, walking through the market and hearing reggae, telling punters on Jack the Ripper tours ‘it’s all made up’, girls with price tags on the soles of their shoes, being with Salena behind the bins, version excursion, pie and mash and liquor, drinks served by Geri Lynn Daniel, poems that punch, poems that tickle, boobs, seeing a droog, Northern Soul records, New English Library pulp novels, dandelion and burdock, Jason King saying ‘fancy’, looking the business, kung fu films, well turned out skinhead girls, darts walk ons, an Ulster woman losing her temper, Hammer House of Horror, dancing to rocksteady, looking the business, a wink from a sort, music hall songs, the underdog winning, gigging, pyjama weekends, insulting toffs, Sarah Jones’ T I M W E L L S knuckle tattoos, westerns, lager top, victory, the Golden Heart, finding choons in dusty shops, Isaac Bashevis Singer books, Brick Lane Beigel Bake, my troublesome daughter, Angel Delight, the TLS, Sgt Bilko, getting to the toilet in time, new boots and panties, being wrong about someone, and them actually turning out to be magic, stories of solidarity, realising you’re happy in that ‘moment’, dens, when things work out for someone you deeply care about, when someone says they’ll never forget you, and you know they mean it, pictures of Yellowstone national park, pictures of last summer, feeling fifteen, feeling twelve, perfect eighties, or eighties inspired, synthesizer driven electronic riffs, finding a leather jacket that fits, not feeling like you’ve wasted your time after finishing playing a video-game (because it was so emotive and embracing and moving), finding out two or more famous people you massively admire were in some way connected before they became recognized, chiptune, ska, getting lost in London, when you look about a group of people you love and they all look happy, picnics in parks, Ecstasy, when you cuddle someone and your bodies fit together perfectly (but really any cuddles), the smell of the person you like, the smell of kittens, talking to someone until you are so exhausted you simply can’t (when not even under the influence of anything), when you recommend a movie to someone and they actually love it, climbing trees, thick socks, Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum, playing with friendly dogs, giving up seats on public transport, meeting people on public transport, Studio Ghibli, genuine smiles from strangers, when people in suits don’t just apathetically ignore homeless people, riding on shopping trolleys, Doc Martens, Growing your hair kinda long, then hacking it short, religious people who are deeply questioning of their beliefs, unexpected inexpensive gifts that just reminded that person of you, festivals, handstands, The French Alps, good humous and white pitta bread, when an article is spot on, the smell of paraffin, warm sand between your toes, the “Bus wankers!” scene on Inbetweeners, good books, films/movies which turn out to be better than expected (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) & ones with touching moments which end in a thought provoking scene beautifully shot like Inside I’m Dancing, writing, hearing/reading a poem by someone which exceeds ones they’ve done before & having that “Wow” moment, friends, meeting or speaking to people who share my views/thoughts/interests, the times I’m active creatively (other times are “down-time” for a reason), dreaming, staring at something strange in the distance, my family and friends when they are happy, eavesdropping, wondering what could be lurking in the dark when the street-lights fail, trying to figure out what that noise is that’s coming from next-door, clapping along with the really happy people who get drunk and touch each other and rant about Jesus in the town centre and sometimes cry out for Him, looking at clouds, walking through abandoned factories, peeping through the dark windows of haunted houses, riding on trains past housing estates that have seen better days, talking to strangers on telephones that hiss, checking that loved ones are still breathing and finding out they are, falling over on the beach, ghost stories told by salty old sea dogs, cheese before bed, cats, UFOs, reading about cults, night time love, day time love, scary love, silly love and all the colours in my art box.
— what makes you happy?