How long have you had this room?
Since September last year.
What do you have on your walls?
Not much actually, an old Italian poster that belonged to my parents, slightly rotting at the edges...oh and a painting a friend of mine did.
What is the most precious object in your room?
Well the piano would be the obvious answer. It belonged to a producer who worked with Bowie, the Madness and Costello. It has a hilarious eighties white finish to it, and has been one of the main attractions at our house parties, allowing for full blown, emotional, and pretty horrific renditions of Elton John in the early hours of the morning. On a smaller scale, there's a top hat that belonged to my grandfather which is quite precious to me.
What do you love most about your room?
It sounds pretty mundane but the cupboards are incredible, I've never really discovered how far back they go. Any time the room is a mess, I can shove everything in them in a matter of seconds.
What do you hate about your room?
It makes itself a mess quite regularly.
How does your room reflect your personality?
I like to think that it has a sort of messy charm; there are instruments strewn across the place, books lying higgledy piggledy on shelves, and hats balancing on the ends of empty wine bottles. And yet I like to think that there is order in chaos, everything has a place and a meaning.
Do you collect anything?
Hats and empty wine bottles. With the bottles though it isn't so much the collection itself, but the process of collecting that I enjoy.
What is the strangest thing in your room?
Probably me, I can't be entirely sure. It's not actually inside my room, but just outside on the stairs there's a stuffed boar's head hanging on the wall, we like to call him Boris.
What's the most expensive thing in your room?
A pair of cufflinks bought by my parents for my 21st birthday.
Why did you choose this colour for the walls?
White, because it neutralises and balances out the chaos in the room. Any other colour and I would go mad, I think.
What can you see from your bedroom window?
I once caught a glimpse of an ex-girlfriend walking on the other side of the canal. It was one in a million, I happened to glance through the window, then through the port-window of the adjacent room, and in that split-second she came into view. I was shocked, and thought I was going mad. I hadn't seen her since we were at school together in Scotland four years ago. I later learned that she worked nearby, and we went for a beer.
