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• Teenage Mutant Ninja **WHAT**????
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• I first saw Alucard blow the Freaks away.
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• To eat PROPER AND NICE sushi - mmm, delicious
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Lol
I have an unusual family. IT's really only just hit me, although I've sort of known forever. My parents are a little older that what you might expect parents of someone my age to be - although in the case of my father, not that surprising: I'm his seventh child, I beleive. That's not the most unusual thing.
My father was born into working class Belfast, and was reared in a street that no long exists. He was the youngest of a huge family, and was mostly raised by his sister. Her name was cool: Dorothea, my aunt. I remember her vaguely - I was pretty young when she died - giving me a big packet of sweets. Most of the kids on the street came and stood outside her house, wailing and wanting to know what had happened, when she died. I think she was amazing.
My sisters are fierce. They're at least a foot smaller than me and yet they stand up for themselves better than I ever could. They may not have gone to sixth form, or gone to uni - but they're cleverer than I am, or ever will be. My siblings are all masters of whatever they do: mechanic, electrician...all of these skilled jobs. What am I going to be? Hmm. Someone that writes, and not very well either. Hmm.
Ah well.
It's cool. My father was born in the later 1930's (Snow White was released on the year of his birth) and pretty much grew up during the WWII, so he remembers the gentility of society pulling together, even while it was being ripped apart. So you can imagine why sometimes he finds modern society frustrating, when he knows how people can be. You know? He remembers people running halfway down the street so they could help you with your groceries. He remembers streets with trams and carts rather than automobiles that spit fumes at you.
My father worked all his life. I guess he had to, because someone of his position certainly couldn't rely on anyone else working for him. He worked on a farm, he worked in the great Robinson and Cleavers (linen merchants, I think). If you go to Belfast, the Robinson and Cleaver building is now just a bunch of shops like McDonalds, but the building itself is still there. He was on the roof.
My mum is pretty cool too. She's younger than my dad. She told me one time about watching Dracula with a friend, when a bunch of guys started knocking on the doors. The two of them ran up the stairs and wouldn't come back down again for AGES until they realised that "of course it's not Dracula, what are we thinking?"
You know, all of this is leading up to something. This is something I could write a book about. Of course, not like a memoir - more like takes bits and pieces and sort of shape them into something else for my characters, you know???
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