Pornography, Childhood and the Great War
Navarone Playset When I was a young boy in the 1970’s, my dominion was the carpet. Between its 70’s shag fibers thousands of battles took place as my soldiers spread out in endless formations. Bit by bit my mother’s Kirby vacuum would suck up small pieces of them. Guns, knives, hats and scarves. All would disappear in due course. I treasu red my toy soldiers. From America I had knights, cowboys, Indians and Civil War soldiers. Green army men who would occasionally do battle against the prized Nazi’s a young friend of mine had. His name was Shane, and he had the best toy sets usually obtained at Christmas. My favorite was a small mountain fortress with cannons sticking out posing as the fortress in the film "The Gun’s of Navarone." He also had an Alamo play set filled with Mexicans and Texans. Hamley's Regent Streat, London One Christmas morning in Alaska I awoke to find a giant playset my father had created for me. Ever the architect he had constr