Friday
22nd of November 1963: the day President John F Kennedy was shot
dead in Dallas Texas. The next morning, 5,000 miles away in the Welsh seaside
town of Aberystwyth, a seven year old boy and his younger brother, in matching
blue dressing gowns, got up early while their parents and baby sister slept on.
They listened to Tubby the Tuba on the large gramophone that filled the corner
of the dinning room. Then, sitting on the cold carpet, they turned their
attention to their Corgi and Matchbox cars, and pushed them along the fresh
snail trails that had appeared over night.
Out of my head
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Tube Mice
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It was recently reported that white actors would no longer voice characters
of colour in the *Simpsons*, I was reminded about casting decisions we had
t...
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