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A Quiet Riot With Words & Art

Author: HonestInk

I remember as a teen

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HonestInk,

I remember my first ever kiss. I was in second year at Grammar school and he was in year four. Me and sis went on a joint date with his mate for a walk around the Valley Gardens. My date was called Mike Reid and he was the lead singer…

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I remember in my twenties

The three minute hand wash

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I remember learning how to do peritoneal dialysis. This type of dialysis is best explained by Wikipedia because I’m damned if I still understand the magical process to this day ‘Peritoneal dialysis (PD) is a treatment that uses the lining of your abdomen (belly area), called your peritoneum, and a…

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I remember as a teen

Dear Prudence

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I remember our ginger Cairn terrier. It was sis’s I think, given for some birthday or other, from Granny Vi. Anyway she was a cute but smelly little thing called Suzie. Only we called her Prudence because it suited her better. It’s like children. You give them a name when…

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I remember as a child

A glass full of valium

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It must have been the smell of burning that woke us. I was about 10 or 11 so sis was younger. We had an antique, double lined, brass coal scuttle that was used as a bin and it was currently shooting out flames perilously close to the curtains. My mother…

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I remember not so long ago

Beetroot and blackberries

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I remember the migraines like it was yesterday. It was years and years before I would eat certain things again. Beetroot, blackberries and apple combined and jacket potatoes. It was the smell. The school dinner smell of those three things especially. I have a picture perfect memory of being sick…

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I remember in my twenties

The strange household

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I remember our last night in Mallorca, sis and me. I was 22. We’d been there working for 7 months. Working and boozing. Well mainly boozing. We got free accommodation and free drinks vouchers and the equivalent in Pesetas of £7.50 a night.  We lived off egg and chips, San…

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I remember as a child

Andorra

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I remember mum’s new boyfriend driving us to Andorra. We were moving there now. This was her latest, best idea after mum and dad got divorced. I was very young and have very little recollection of most of it.   I do remember us running out of petrol on the…

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I remember as a child

Granny Vi

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I remember about once a month granny Violet would come to see us. We loved a granny Vi visit, me and sis. She brought homemade jam tarts and buns and swore a lot. My step grandad smoked his pipe and talked about ‘the ring road’ and the way they would…

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I remember as a child

The new marriage

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I remember coming in from school one day and my mum happily telling me she was getting married. To Robin. They were sat on the sofa laughing and drunk. My mum was grinning like a Cheshire cat in her ‘I’m so happy I’ve found a man’ kind of way.  I…

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I remember as a teen

Art teachers

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I remember my art teacher at school was called Mr Dick, much to our childish amusement. He encouraged me in my art though and I remember very well copying Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights when I was 12, much to his approval. When I was 17 and went to…

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