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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... head straight for the pubs to get legless and fight. They were hard drinkers, like the dockers and sailors, but their distinctive suits made them stand out a mile. We'd avoid them, not just crossing the road but dodging out of sight ...
... head-to-head happened, Les quickly turned to me and whispered, 'Scratch, poke eyes, anything, because that's what they do.' No etiquette, just the basics of striking first, fast and furious. The strategy worked and we got home unscathed ...
... friend for years. When I met her about ten years ago she showed me a photo she'd kept from the late 1940s of her and my mum on a day out at the coast, laughing their heads off. She told me they had been very close, that we'd played a lot ...
... head down, as usual, but I replied without hesitation. 'You're not walking me down the aisle because I'm not getting married. I'm going to live with someone.' The conversation ended. Whether Dad was dumbstruck or just ignoring me, I ...
... head and knocked me off my feet. In a split second as I lay on the floor, I remember thinking, 'I'll rise with what dignity I can.' I pulled myself up, turned away from Dad, looked into my mum's worried eyes and said quietly, 'Goodnight ...