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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... front of the fireplace to draw the flames. That was my favourite part. I'd get so excited by the long, bright-orange flames shooting up the chimney, roaring like a rocket. Sometimes the newspaper would catch fire and we'd have to act ...
... front seat, which was big enough for an adult, and I was squeezed into the tiny luggage space behind it. I could hardly move. Then Dad would close the Perspex top and clip it shut. It was like a coffin to me. Despite being disciplined ...
... front door proudly wearing my tartan mini-kilt, black Beatles-logo polo neck, Beatles stockings and red-and-black patent-leather kitten-heel shoes. I felt so trendy and grown-up. Then I saw Mick Ronson (who later became David Bowie's ...
... front door as quietly as I could, Dad appeared in the hallway, stone-faced, with Mum stood behind him looking fretful. He asked me where I'd been. I said I'd been at Bridie's house. I lied. 'Don't you ever lie to me!' He slapped me ...