The final bell rings at the George Wingate Educational Campus,
home to four Brooklyn public schools, and a handful of ninth - grade students trickle into a classroom for their after - school service - learning class
on a
rainy spring
afternoon.
In 2006 he told Butt magazine: «I liked the smell of English
homes and bathrooms, the mix of a damp carpet and apricot scented potpourri... Marmite, the repressed but omnipresent sexuality, weak milky tea
on a
rainy afternoon by the sea, the spongy bread — basically all the things people don't like, and what one would see as signs of how pathetic and backwards England was, or is, I liked.»