I like the following things and because I like them so much, they'll probably be cropping up or forming the basis for a story at some point. Why? Because I'm a self-indulgent twerp:

Dustfinger, dreadlocks, Narnia, Paul Bettany in various guises, The League of the Gentlemen (the Royston Vasey sort, not the Dorian Gray), hobbits, organic vegetables (and I don't mean the cast of 'Harry Potter'), Marie Antoinette and Marguerite Blakeney (and anything connected to these lovely-looking Georgian ladies...), Elizabeth Bathory, satirical literature and cartoons, Lord of the Rings, Aubrey/Maturin, Gormenghast, Goth music, Geoffrey Chaucer, period costume and TINY CORSETS (20-inch-cinch, anyone?), Sharpe, Withnail and I, dressing up - pointy-ears and Fimo horns and all, Brian Froud, The Mighty Boosh, albinos, tiny exotic-looking men, medium-sized exotic-looking men, tall exotic-looking men, exotic-looking women of any height (I do mean the Mediaeval Baebes...certes, they are ful wel fyne), my lovely nocturnal Witchcrafting, British comedy a la Blackadder, naughty fauns, the colour teal, that hot Jamaican wench from PotC2, and anything with any possible tenous link to Cradle of Filth.