Incidentally, there was a packet on the front door step
that Christmas night, 32 and a half years ago this July
bombing - some things like terror are not new, it was a
time of bombs in packed public houses, just the labels
change and the devices - so this small cylinder, Christmas
cracker, on the front door step – left without a
caution – had me backing away at first. It was a
spray can of Rive Gauche, ha! by Yves St Laurent. Not a
bomb at all but a romantic bombardment. And it had my name
on it.
--RD |
