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Category Archives: Memories

The Owls Are Not What They Seem

We’re watching Twin Peaks at the moment. Lain lent us the Gold Box Set, and Daz (brother number one) comes over each Tuesday night. He and I watched Twin Peaks when it first aired, in ’91 or ’92 or whenever it was. I’d “tape” it, using a “video recorder”, or we’d watch it live. We’d [...]

Nazi

Many years ago I was travelling with a girl, and we were on a bus in a fairly rough part of a neighbourhood in another city, and I saw a guy with a swastika tattoo on his arm. I nudged said girl and whispered “look, he’s got a swastiki”. She deadpanned back “you mean it’s [...]