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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... friends to play with – and Mrs Smith's freshly baked bread. The smell from the oven was amazing and she'd invite me in and give me a hot bread roll dripping with melted butter. Our neighbours on the other side, the Goodriches, were ...
... friend, Les Maull, mainly got up to no good as soon as the lights went out. We'd throw our lolly sticks and ... friends preferred to play where our parents told us not to, on a place called 'the Dump'. I'd often go there, find ...
... friends wandered as children. Those bomb sites, which held such fascination for me, were our playgrounds and we'd fantasise about the people who had once lived there. Toys, pianos, kitchens left almost intact, the tattered wallpaper on ...
... friends along the way, droves of us chattering away as we crossed the road under the supervision of the crossing warden, our happy 'lollipop lady', Mrs Stephenson. Halfway through my junior school a new family moved into our street ...
... friends with a group of girls who lived nearby. A strange situation emerged. They invited me to go with them to see an old man they visited regularly. I felt like I was viewing from the outside as I stood back and watched their scenario ...