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Christopher Fowler
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That's what a publisher told me, paraphrasing the experimental author BS Johnson, who used that as the title of his own memoir - so how come I ended up writing two volumes of them? What happened was this. I'd been thinking of writing about growing up in a house virtually without books, in the style of Nigel Slater's 'Toast', in which he writes about growing up wanting to be a chef in a house where…
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Christopher Fowler
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Film, London & Observatory
The traffic is gridlocked, the tubes are on strike, Old School Labour is returning, there's rubbish in the streets and - oh, tramps are back, remember them? There's going to be a major terrorist attack and a winter of discontent brought about by swingeing cuts. And despite emancipation, some kind of beauty pageant is holding up traffic. Suddenly it's 1974 all over again. Last time around it was…
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