Wednesday 8 August 2012: Composition No 2018 - Pussy Riot
Throughout my childhood and beyond, this scabby black character has played a part in my life. First as a plaything, then hidden in my dad's wardrobe and after his demise in my mothers trophy shelf.
When I asked her about it, she would only say that it "was your dad's".
I knew it was important despite not knowing why, so gave it to her to cuddle as she died.
He needs a new left eye and his stuffing is a bit suspect. Otherwise he is fine.
He would be appalled about the fate of Pussy Riot. But then he is stuffed already.
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