URSY.NEWS / The Guardian / 15 Oct 2026
The year I turned 18: It was 1990 and the news was full of riots. But I was dreaming of love and the life to come
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It’s 36 years since I came of age in the English seaside. What’s become of my friends and the boy I adored? And could I somehow reconnect with that long-ago me? I headed back to my home town to find outThe house in which I turned 18 was full of clocks. Dark wooden things with aged faces. Every room ticked. If you stood in certain doorways, you could hear all the misaligned second hands racing. I…
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