Art Sex MusicFaber & Faber, 4. apr. 2017 - 384 síður A SUNDAY TIMES, TELEGRAPH, ROUGH TRADE, PITCHFORK AND UNCUT MUSIC BOOK OF THE YEAR |
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... door to us. Mr Scott, a burly but gentle docker, would painlessly pull my loose baby teeth out for me and give me a penny. The Scott family weren't there long and the Smith family, with their eight children, moved in. That brought a ...
... door, surprise-punched her when she answered, and screamed at her that if she ever touched me again I'd be back and have her with the garden shears. That's Hull for you. Being a post-war baby also meant that my formative years involved ...
... doors away from me. They piqued my curiosity, not because there were so many children – that was normal – but because all the girls had their golden blonde hair styled into beautiful glossy ringlets. I got to know Margaret, who was my ...
... door, be let in, and when he was out of sight one or two of the girls would go and steal sweets and money from a suitcase he kept under his bed. It was full of bars of chocolate and bags of sweets all mixed with silver shillings and ...
... door, not daring to make a sound that would summon the storm of my father's anger. Les said, 'You've got to face it sometime', and rattled the backdoor handle. The sound reverberated through the house, then the kitchen light went on and ...