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We might as well die as to go on living like this.


Accept only the best in terms of secure fencing! St Johns Park, New Town. March 2011.

MORE questions?

Bring ‘em on!

Are you a good dancer?

I hold the record score for The Girl is Mine on The Michael Jackson Experience for the Wii. ‘Nuff said.

What was your favourite game to play as a child?

I’m not sure that it was y favourite, but “Run away from Father with the strap” was a regular feature…

If you have read/seen Sophie’s Choice, do you think she made the right choice or the wrong choice?

There was no right or wrong choice. That was the point. The ‘choice’ was merely a reminder of her insignificance to the system around her. The ‘choice’ was simply a more brutal way of destroying her. In fact, you can say that it was a more effective expression of totalitarian control that any amount of bullets or poisonous gas. One of the more devastating literary experiences I’ve had.

How old are you in your dreams?

Since the age of about twenty seven, I’ve generally been younger than the age I am while dreaming.

Do you have a tattoo, where is it located and what does it stand for?

I don’t have a tattoo, nor have I ever been interested in getting a tattoo. Each to their own, but I find the recent trend of everybody getting inked up bewildering. I am particularly bemused by this tendency to get your child’s name tattooed on your neck. Why would you do that? Do you think you’ll forget?

Comments

Roddy said…
Was I home often enough for "run way from the strap" to be a regular game?
I, as you know, have a number of tattoos and I don't see any merit in some of the alleged art works these days.
Roddy said…
I didn't think I was that hard. And I think the strap was more threat than punishment.

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