The Fall

The thing about seeing The Fall is that you’re reminded of seeing your uncle. You know, the one that had to move back home after his marriage fell apart. You were never told why, but just that the uncle would be living there again. You’d go round to see grandma and he’d be there, in his ill-fitting, tattered dressing gown, demanding that you put on that computer game. “Which one?” You’d innocently ask.

“The one with the f-fucking egg.”

“Dizzy?”

“Aye, dizzy-fuck!”

You’d sigh, and put the game on.