Suits and dresses, men in bowlers and flat caps, women in cloches and corsages. Children hold balloons or lean into their parents’ arms. You remember these faces during the final scene of the film, when a procession of the parade marches right into the Durham Cathedral, where the ...
There are no simple facts. We will all invent a history that suits us and is comfortable for us, and we may absolutely believe our version to be the truth. (…) The brain will invent stuff, move stuff around, and so from 30 years ago (…) there's no way any of us can actually ...
They put on their Sunday best, their suits and those beautiful dresses. The men put slippery, greasy oil in their hair, and the ladies? Well, you could tell they had a permanent on Saturday. Mom would spit in their hand and wipe a smudge from a little boy's cheek. Dads wou...
On the stage, the surfer-boys in suits were confabbing, holding their thumbs over their tie-mics. Finally, Kettlewell stepped up and held up his own laser-pointer, painting another rectangle of light beside Suzanne’s. “I’m glad you asked that, Suzanne,” he said, his voice barely au...
I first met Ig in the summer of 1966. I saw her again in spring 1967 at Biba. She admired a dress I was wearing and invited me to a party that night. From then on we used to go clubbing. She was a lovely, sweet, funny girl and was always on the scene at gigs and events. ...