Y'all know how I followed up an aside on
golliwogs with a request for decoding cryptic 20-year-old coded British racism, the other day? The reason that "gollies" and that surreal little episode in a London kitchen - yes, the Robertson's thing was a helpful factoid, it made sense (sort of) of the out-of-nowhereness, because we were having lunch, and
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