Speech lessons

I became acquainted with the internet and fascism around the same time — third form, 1994. There were cafes in Wellington where you could pay by the quarter-hour to access the “world wide web”. My dad drank coffee while I’d chat about music and comic books with Americans.

In my year at school, there was a boy with cropped red hair, who by fourth form would become a full self-identified skinhead. He shaved his hair even shorter