Fabulous by Rose Young

“Stop bloody staring at yourself and go outside” It’s a Saturday morning in the mid 1980s, a middle aged mother is lugging a full washing basket down the hall of a house in a small country town In her bedroom, a teenager sits in front of her mirror, magazines like Dolly and Her and Smash Hits are open on the dressing table, she is emulating Boy George’s make up

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