When I did my religious education GCSE we discovered that the welsh word for adultery is ‘odineba’ and we decided it sounded like an African chant so whenever the teacher mentioned it a drumbeat would start from somewhere in the classroom and everyone would get up and dance and chant
I’m in love.
It’s a 19th century Welsh family bible, fully illustrated with brass clasps bound in real leather. It’s a little worn out but oh my god I can’t believe I found it in a charity shop window.
includes fascinating portrayals of casual drug use at house parties, how the author/protagonist had conversations about post-punk while seeing his mate’s band perform at some shitty small venue, internal monologues about consumerism while observing people in a mall and that time when the protagonist had an epiphany about living in the moment while walking in the rain
IM SO ANGRY THAT IM NOT HER
This has to be the most beautiful celebration on the planet.
Village People ‘Can’t Stop The Music’ trading cards, 1979.
I will print and use this from now on…