He’d always wanted to be the Bombay Kid.

He tried telling this to his friends when they’d played cowboys and indians. They’d ask, where’s Bombay? And he’d have to answer, well, actually it was called Mumbai now. And it was in India. They’d heard of India, so they’d ask why he wanted to be the Bombay Kid? Well, he said, that’s where I was born. So, you’re an indian. Yeah, sure. Well, you can’t be the Bombay Kid. That’s a cowboy name. You’re an indian.
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My grandmother died about an hour ago.

My grandmother is the one who helped steer me onto the path I’ve taken in life, when she gave me a radio drama presentation of ‘The Hobbit’ on my seventh birthday. This is what made me become the great honking geek I am today, and also meant that I would never date a girl until I was eighteen. Had she not given this to me, I may have perhaps gone on to be normal, perhaps even popular, at school.

Of course, I would also have been infinitely dumber.
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