Friday, 24 July 2009

this is not true, but...

I can have some fun with hand-lettering, can't I?

Truth is, my parents sent me to school a year early, so most of the first year I spent crying in a corner by myself, wanting my sister to come and look after me and occasionally being allowed home early. We went to school in a convent until the nuns left when I was about seven years old. It was pretty weird, looking back on it. One Christmas they got my sister, this other Chinese boy and myself in a room together and dressed us up as the three magi - I still remember the crispy crinkle sound of the papers they had used to make the costumes and I still remember how baffled I was by it all.

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