6/2/2023 0 Comments Terra by Mitch Benn![]() At eleven, I was allowed to watch the black and white half of the BBC horror double bill season. At ten, I saw Vincent Price in The Pit and the Pendulum. It would be some time before I would see my first proper horror. I still have it now, though stupid nine year old me cut out some of the colour plates to make into a wastepaper bin as a project at the Friday night Baptist church children’s group. It all started with Alan Frank’s Horror Movies book. ![]() ![]() On the advice of the Pope of Trash, John Waters, I have committed my hideous crimes as comedy routines rather than in actuality. ![]() I was that child who hung around cemeteries, collected LPs of death and horror sound effects and Edgar Allan Poe readings by Basil Rathbone, and was told by his older sisters that, if and when he grew up, he’d become a serial killer. I was lucky enough to find a sheep’s skull in a field when I was ten, and soon it was on my bedside table, with a candle stuck on it to replicate some imagined cover of a horror anthology. ![]()
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