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One of my earliest disappointments: The Real Man From Uncle Spy Suitcase. The cigarette packet that was also a radio was CHEAP, HOLLOW PLASTIC. No cigarettes, no communicating with other agents from under the bedsheets after all.
The Mona Lisa. Tiny - just a wee woman with a smirk. Paint properly, Leonardo!
Real Indian tea. The finings, left after everything that looks like a leaf has been exported, boiled up in condensed milk. Yuk.
American snack foods that I'd been reading about all my life in so many US books, e.g. Oreo cookies and Hershey bars.
Justin Timberlake. Can't sing, looks funny, can dance a little.
Anything by Joanne Harris. Don't bother.
Anything by A S Byatt. Stop her, someone.
Bethlehem. The memory of Manger Square stays with you but for all the wrong reasons. |
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