Love/Hate Relationship

Candy;
Love: Twix. I've always loved them.
Hate: I can't stand anything with peanuts in.

Movie:
Love: West Side Story. I watched it as a kid and I wanted to be Rita Moreno. Everyone else liked Natalie Wood, but Rita had better lines and a better dress. She was much more entertaining all round.
Hate: Leaving Las Vegas. I thought it was totally crap, especially that bit where he's in the supermarket chucking any old bottle into the trolley. I know lots of alcoholics, and they still have taste - they don't just buy every kind of booze.

Fragrance:
Love: The smell of frying onions, but on their own, not mixed with foul meat.
Hate: Bullshit: you can smell it a mile off.

Alcoholic Beverage:
Love: red wine which I drink gallons of, but good quality, not the stuff out of a box or with a screw top.
Hate: Southern Comfort. I remember tasting it and thinking it was grim. It's like drinking medicine.

TV Show:
Love: Stars In their Eyes. I'd be honoured if someone did me. Maybe I could go on it and be myself. I find it really moving and sweet, these people saying "This is the best day of my life" and it's like "Fucking hell I'm so sad". (Note: Wendi Peters, the woman who plays the apalling Cilla on Coronation Street "did" Kirsty singing Days on a Soap Stars special edition, in May 2004.)
Hate: Most things. I'm not big on TV, but I especially hate anything with Jim Davidson in it.

City:
Love: Seville. It's fantastic. It's the most amazing place. You can walk everywhere and it's really beautiful, the people are friendly. It's like being in South America but without the long plane ride.
Hate: Croydon, because I was born there. I never go back.

Book:
Love: Anything by Ray Bradbury. I absolutely love his books.
Hate: I read something by Jean Paul Sartre that I thought was a pretentious load of old nonsense. It was about childhood, as if he was the only one who'd ever experienced it. Pretentious French bastard.

Item of Clothing:
Love: Many pairs of shoes, even the ones that I'll never wear. I have some that are too gorgeous to be worn.
Hate: Anything that doesn't fit. And everyone's shared my fashion disasters...

Underwear:
Love: Fabulous bras. They've got to be lacy and gorgeous.
Hate: I wouldn't wear a thong to save my life. It doesn't smack of comfort to me.

Song:
Love: Stardust by Hoagy Carmichael. I used to play it while I was getting divorced, which was a very happy time.
Hate: Anything by Michael Bolton or any horrible novelty hits sung by children. They make you gag. Remember Granddad?

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Love/Hate Relationship

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