When I was ten I thought my brother was God - he'd lie in bed and turn out thelight with a fishing rod. I learned the
names of all his football team, aid Istill remembered them when I was nineteen.Strange the things deal that I remember still
- shouts from the playground whenI was home and ill. My sister taught me all that she learned there; when wegrow up, we said,
we'd share a flat somewhere.When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street.Where I grow up there were no factories. there
was a school and shops and somefields and trees, and rows of houses one by one appeared. I was born in one andlived there for
eighteen years.Then when I was nineteen. I thought the Humber would be the gateway from mylittle world into the real world.
But there is no real world - we live side byside, and sometimes collide. .When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street. I
t was a little world; I grewup in a little world.