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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... wanted to be in the thick of the action. It was to the Dump that we all went when I 'found' a five- pound note in the house. My dad used to lose change from his pockets down the side of our old sofa and chairs, and I'd go round tapping ...
... wanted hair like that, not my short, square bob with a token ribbon on top. Ringlets 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 ...
... wanted to please him, wanted him to love me (because I really didn't think he did), all in the naive hope that I could reverse his feelings towards me. Although there were some happy moments with Dad, his orders and threats dominated ...
... wanted to be like her when I grew up. Mike's guitar was irresistible to me and when he was at work I'd sneak into his bedroom and play it. I obviously didn't have the sense to put things back as they should be, because one day I was ...
... wanted one too – we so wanted to be like our friends and go out buying records and spinning them on our own record player at home. But the Grundig was Dad's sensible alternative. And we weren't allowed friends in the house anyway ...