in the end, touching. i liked hearing the details about tube trains and the names of various sort-of-familiar north downs locations. i didn’t know the box of box hill was a species of tree! i just always thought, well, it’s a bit rectangular. 

there’s nothing like stories about queer life before, like, 1990 to do a bit of internet romantic morality deprogramming: these tight standards of judgement cannot coexist with necessary empathy!!

sort of an interesting one to have listened to in its entirety in one blast by 11am, but there we are.