DANCING IN THE SWINGING SIXTIES

Ana / July 18, 2019

When I was thirteen we moved house, and I was sent to boarding school and only home for holidays, so there was little chance of making friends. I mooched about moodily, spending an hour choosing my clothes before walking three miles to the cinema to see Elvis in GI Blues. Someone might see me. Or on Saturdays I’d get the…

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IT’S NOT WHAT YOU LOOK AT…

Ana / July 8, 2019

…that matters, it’s what you see.”  Henry David Thoreau. When I was four my parents took me to a show on ice. We were sitting in the front row, and there’s only one thing I can still remember. A man in a sparkly costume came whooshing across the ice towards me really fast, leant over the barrier and said “hello…

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