hpstorian

"Alright, we've gotta come up with a ripper of a vaccine campaign so we can get back to wargames with the Yanks. Ideas? What's something all you blokes like?" *From the back* "Sir, fucken guns, sir!" "Hmm... Let's make ads that say getting your jab is like getting guns" "Perfect"

For a year or so in primary school we lived in my uncle and aunt's place: brick defence housing, me and my sister on bunk beds upstairs. I'd wake up early in the morning, lit by the green of a 90s clock-radio, hearing my uncle's heavy boots clobbering past on beige carpet.