I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
It is quite time that our children were taught a little more about their country, for shame's sake.
In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it.

