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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... seemed resentful of the closeness we shared. He never came with us and kept Grandma at a distance. Pam had arrived first, in 1950, which is why expectations were high that I would be a boy. Consequently we were both a disappointment to ...
... seemed the most tasty and we'd have to ask for replacements suspiciously often. It was just a short walk to school from our house and I'd meet friends along the way, droves of us chattering away as we crossed the road under the ...
... seemed more like me. Every day we paid sixpence for scrumptious hot school dinners and were given a third of a pint of milk for free, which was replaced, to our delight, by orange juice in summer. I suspect it wasn't so much a treat as ...
... seemed always to be restocked for the girls' next visit. I have no idea how they'd even know there was such a suitcase – and in his bedroom. I only went a few times. It felt odd then, and in hindsight is rather suspicious. And maybe my ...
... seemed ages for the valves to warm up before the picture came on. My dad subscribed to Electronics Weekly magazine and kept piles of them stored under the sofa. He had all kinds of projects on the go. He built a speaker into the kitchen ...