This is an oddly shaped memoir. Stay where you are! These memories are from 1978 to 1988 and they are my own. Some other memories in this book belong to people born long before me. To write this I travelled into memories I had chosen to forget, but what has resulted is a story about what happens when poverty, snobbery and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder collide. There will be no judgement if you cry at some points of this story. No judgement if you don't. Same rules apply for laughing.