Oi! Nos spamos!
@Ode, wow...that sounds like heaven! I have one of those light things too. I was so disappointed when I lifted the top of and found out it was just a rotating bulb, instead of magic strings!

Hmmph! Hehe...Anyway, so how many of you live in the train carriage, and where is it? Still on a track, or what?
My room is in an attic, but a nicely done-up one, so it has stairs and walls and useful things like that. All the walls are white, and the floor and furnishings are black - but the simplicity goes no further.
I will describe it as if you stepped in the door and faced to the left, then rotated slowly clockwise until you were facing 180 deg. right:
Immediately to the left is a desk, which can no longer be used because it is so covered in stuff. It is covered in - Acrylic paints, paintbrushes, spraycans, books (Tom Wolfe etc) and books of postcards - Warhol prints, and Rodins...It also is covered in aluminium wire for making clay armatures.
Then comes a standing fold-up woodwork bench, currently with a wooden board and an over-lifesize clay hand on it.
Then a pool table, not currently in use, because on top of it a large mirror is propped up on some little black tables (of which I seem to posess massive numbers), and a big green sheet is draped over the corner, to protect it from the oil paints, paintbrushes, linseed oil, white spirit and water which is on top of that. Next to that is a portable watercolourists' easel (the only one I could afford) with a canvas about 3.5 by 4.5 feet on it. This is set up so that I can reach paints from the side of the snooker table, look in the mirror, and paint on the easel at the same time. The canvas has a hald finished, very dark self portrait on it. Very warm, with a lot of black and deep red and brown.
Next to this is another small black table with a halogen light stood on it (which I use to create dramatic lighting for painting purposes) and some more oils and a big bottle of industrial white spirit.
Then a massive bin bag, which I occassionally just fill up with crap when I am called upon to 'tidy my room'.
next my CD player, with the speakers stood on top of two more little black tables, and on top of it stacked high the empty boxes of all the CDs I own, which I keep in one of those carrying bag folder things.
Then my stone torso which I made from Portland stone a couple of weeks ago, which is stood on yet another small black table. Then my bed, which is of the matress-on-the-floor variety

. Black sheets on it too, although my room does not seem as dark as it may sound, as all the walls are white. Also all the walls are covered in writing and pictures - poems, and things I though were funny at the time

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So there you go. You now know me better than my own mother

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