For some people history is a Beach or a Tower or a Graveyard. For me it is this giant primordial Toy Shop with all its windows gloriously ablaze. It contained everything I’ve ever wanted that money can buy. It was an enormous Christmas present wrapped in silver and blue tissue paper tied with satin ribbons and bells. Inside would be something to adorn, to amuse, and to dazzle me forever. It was my present for being alive.

The Dud Avocado, Elaine Bundy