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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... spoiled by Dad walking into the room and fracturing the calm atmosphere with a brusque 'Get up off the floor' – as if speaking to a dog. I only recall one time that he held me in his arms, when I was about six years old. I'd had.
... floor sticky with melted ice cream, ice lollies and abandoned grungy sweets, making our way between the rows of seats, shouting and laughing, to create a game of Chase with the ushers until we burst out of the fire exit or got thrown ...
... floor hanging precariously ... I don't know how any of us escaped injury clambering up rickety steps and across broken floorboards. There was a lot of fighting on our estate, and in his own way Dad may have wanted to toughen me up. He ...
... floor, with brown-card name tags hung round our necks on bits of string. I wasn't nervous about going to school because Pam was already there and me and Les started school together. We had curious childhood habits. We'd eat mud, coal ...
... floor for me and Pam to count out and share. Being pre-decimalisation, there were 240 pennies to the pound, so the sheer volume of coins made it seem like a fortune. I really looked forward to when we had family or my parents' friends ...