Now you just say, 'Oh, Romeo, yeah,
You know, I used to have a scene with him.'

Speaking of location, I live a few miles from Cullercoats and Whitley Bay, as mentioned in the peerless Tunnel Of Love. Glad I got that in somewhere on this page.

When you point your finger cos your plan fell through
You got three more fingers pointin' back at you, yeah.

Seconded on Making Movies, but I'd go for Sailing To Philadelphia on the solo side.

Wherefore art thou Knopfler?

He don't know what it means.

A good egg.

I read that men think about sex every three seconds or whatever it is, because our genitals are out and about, constantly interacting with trouser fabric and God alone knows what else.

Same - one of his metal albums got precisely one listen from me. I play him more than I do his grandaddy, which I know is wrong, but …

I wondered about Rose Madder, though Thinner gets pretty out there in places.

I love Gene Harrogate in Suttree. McCarthy's so good at comedy, I wish he'd do more of it.

Kids' heartlessness or bravado. I'm with you, though, it's almost unwatchable.

Caaant being best employed on the Derek and Clive albums, of course.

Same here, though replace 'temper' with 'daydreaminess'.

The best you can do is click on his screen name when he replies to posters (I think he did earlier in the week) and his profile comes up listing his favourite films, books, etc. He mentions Money by Martin Amis, which is possibly my favourite as well.

Have you read People of the Abyss by Jack London? He travelled to London's East End slums in about 1902 and did what Orwell did years later. It's obviously not as well written as Orwell, but it's still a solid read.

They were great, really good memories. Wouldn't touch the stuff nowadays, though. 
For variety, I also remember tripping while watching some old TV footage of The Who, the freakout section from Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere, and being just stunned by what I perceived as the communication between Pete and Keith in the midst…

Dellarigg, male, Newcastle upon Tyne, UK.

The Elephant Man, not helped by the fact that, at school, we were supposed to find it funny.

Not Fade Away by Jim Dodge. Only a little way into it, but it's fine so far. It's about an aimless youth who gets involved in destroying cars as an insurance racket. Set in the 50s and 60s, it has loud music and fast cars. Good summer reading.