Dad would smoke a big joint and discuss the mating habits of the great crested grebe while Strangler pretended to listen. In a forced bonding exercise – or maybe Dad just wanted us out of the way – Strangler was told to take my friends and me out nightclubbing. On the way home Strangler, now more upbeat, stopped on the All Saints Road in Ladbroke Grove. After a certain point of drinking, Dad’s behaviour became a lottery. The Strangler then appeared in his pink shorts, consuming the last available light and space left in the corridor.

Source: The Guardian July 31, 2021 09:56 UTC