When scientists manage to open a wormhole to a parallel universe, one where sanity is valued, and bigotry and paranoia are unheard-of, I want to put my name down for the first ticket. One way.
Depressingly, though, I'll no doubt have to stay here and dream in vain of science fiction escapology, the 'here's what you could have won' of imagination. I hope my spiritual successors find a time and a place where they can be happy, and cute boys to be happy with. Greetings from the age of paedo-hysteria.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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