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Sixty One

This happened, according to notes, the same week that Margaret Thatcher died. It came to mind as a result of watching Southcliffe. 'With Adam and others. The world is apparently populated by sadistic murderers. We are walking along a country road, trying to escape some unknown terror. We pass a derelict farm house. Up ahead a car spots us and begins slowly reversing down the road. We hide in the bushes. A man emerges from the car, and chases children across a field. Later, I wander about trying to work out – apparently by reading the landscape – how to get away from everything that is happening. The man returns. He has had enough of killing and wants to explain his politics via a power-point presentation. There is no level ground to set up the projector screen.'