I'm in a French town, somewhere near the coast. It's either near the end of the war, or the beginning. It's about to be overrun by the Allies, or by the Germans. Everywhere is still, very quiet but there's a foreboding tension in the air.
I hear a song on the radio, by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine. It's called Paedophilia Blue.
Weird one. In real life I'm fond of an artist called Puma Blue. Maybe that has something to do with it.
I hear a song on the radio, by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine. It's called Paedophilia Blue.
Weird one. In real life I'm fond of an artist called Puma Blue. Maybe that has something to do with it.