Keyword: nostalgia
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picking holes in Enid Blyton
Like most of my generation, I grew up with the Famous Five, my childhood enriched by farfetched notions of mystery and secret passages. Rereading those books of long ago, I can forgive the predictable plots and banal writing style and enter into the carefree world of children solving crimes and catching villains. I am happy to accept the implausibility of these children having such adventures everywhere they go and never seeming to grow old despite a succession of school holidays. I am ha…
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A Pastiche of Bec on Behance and Fragments of a Song by Laura Branigan with Acknowledgements to Louis Dazy and Anselm Hollo
She’s a muse clinging to a chain link fence (She sells sanctuary). Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Well, it’s that time: (Sunset in Fitzroy) Always in the twilight (In the night, no control). Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. No control in so many ways; Nothing standing in its way. (Locked Out): Locked out in so many ways; Always locked out. Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Stop saying Oh Oh.
