When I was very young, we lived in Wanganui. If that wasn’t frightening enough, then add to that images of the band Kiss poking tongues and spitting fire and wearing makeup. I was scared – and scarred for life. I should also point out I was about three years old. Maybe even two? In fact, my first real concrete memory in life is of hiding under the table…
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