I was born in the year of the supersonic, the era of the multivitamin multitonic, the highrise time of men with the technology and women who could be bionic…
…when jump-jets were Harrier, when QE2 was Cunard, when thirty-eight feet tall the Princess Magaret stood stately in her hoverpad…
…the année érotique was only thirty aircushioned minutes away and everything went at twice the speed of sound.
I opened my eyes. It was all in colour. It didn’t look like Kansas any more.
From Ali Smith’s The Accidental (2006)

















