Meaningless, meaningless

In the absence of anything interesting happening in my life, and with Dazza having removed me from his list of friends for failing to update my blog as frequently as he would like, The List has been updated.   My reasoning is thus:

1. Graham Coxon 

How could he possibly move from the top spot when he keeps releasing album after album of melodramatic lovestruck indie musical brilliance?  Tom worries that in our intimate moments I am thinking about Graham.  He has good reason to.

2. Ben Folds

OK, so his music has gone a bit shit now he's happily married and sprogged up, but he is here for sentimental value, as my chat-up line to Tom on our first meeting was, "You look a bit like a cross between Ben Folds and Beck."  (I'm not sure how many people that liine would actually work on.)

3. Steve Jones

I saw him speak at the Hay Festival and immediately went out and bought one of his books.  Intelligent, amiable, funny, Welsh, a good storyteller -- and says the Y chromosome is a parasite, so obviously has his head screwed on right.  May be old, but he's still got it.

4. Brandon from the Killers 

 I actually want to shag this man's voice.  Ohhhhhhhh....

 5.  Michael Palin

Can you believe I was struggling to fill this space?  But then I thought of Michael.  Another fine example of a man who, like a fine wine, has improved with age.  And you just would, wouldn't you?