Art Sex MusicFaber & Faber, 4. apr. 2017 - 384 síður A SUNDAY TIMES, TELEGRAPH, ROUGH TRADE, PITCHFORK AND UNCUT MUSIC BOOK OF THE YEAR |
From inside the book
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... He'd decorated the children's room with toy-soldier wallpaper in preparation for his son's arrival. We often wondered why our bedroom had boys' wallpaper, but just accepted it. He finally repapered our room when we were about ten years ...
... he'd kept my name out of it and not to worry. He knew only too well what my dad was like and I'd have been given the hiding of my life. In fact, when my dad heard about it he knew I must have been involved because me and Les were ...
... He'd dispense it with a large metal funnel-shaped jug into cans we brought from the shed, and it would slosh about down his van, on to the road and over my shoes, making them sodden and stinking of fumes. We had no central heating or ...
... he'd dream up for me. I dreaded him coming home and was thankful that he worked shifts so that I could plan my life around when he'd be away from home. My mum conspired with me to attempt to ameliorate the effects of his behaviour and ...
... he'd done but I was sent to bed sobbing uncontrollably. again I was grounded – – banished to my bedroom and forbidden to see Les, no pocket money or comics, barred from watching TV or going out – and as a further punishment my dad made ...