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Showing posts with label Suburbia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suburbia. Show all posts
Sunday, April 09, 2023
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
A Crafty Cigarette – Tales of a Teenage Mod by Matteo Sedazzari (Zani Media 2015)
Luckily for my father Theo did not press charges for criminal damage. Later my mother explained to him about my father’s problem with Charlie Cairoli. Theo, being the wise man that he is, totally understood and told my mother that he was once in The Kinks for a brief time, as 2nd guitar and backing vocals. They did a gig in Acton, this was before they made it big, by the way. Theo broke his strings during a song and Ray Davies never called him again, or so he told my mother. Now Theo can’t listen to any records by The Kinks and has to leave the room the moment their music comes on.
Shit, both Vinnie’s father and my father could have been huge stars, that’s quite depressing.
Friday, June 08, 2018
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Little Children by Tom Perrotta (St Martins 2004)
And all at once, it came to Sarah: It was like being back at the Women's Center. For the first time since she graduated from college, she'd managed to find her way into a community of smart, independent, supportive women who enjoyed each other's company and didn't need to compete with one another or define themselves in relation to the men in their lives. It was precisely what she'd been missing, the oasis she'd been unable to find in graduate school, at work, or even at the playground. She'd searched for it for so long that she'd even come to suspect that it hadn't actually existed in the first place, at least not the way she remembered it, that it was more a product of her romantic undergraduate imagination than anything real in the world. But it had been real. It felt like this, and it was a huge relief to be back inside the circle again.
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