Since returning from his holiday, Wilson has been spending a lot of time listening to his iPad and humming tunelessly under his breath. Sometimes I can make out a line or two of the song:
I am the son
And the heir
something shyness something criminally vulgar
I am something something
Of nothing in particular
Out of the blue, he asked me if I liked The Smiths, as his sister Andrea had really turned him on to them.
Oh no! Teen Angst… and he's not yet even six!
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