The Black Line
When I was child, I used to have nightmares every so often about living through a nuclear war and its aftermath, which I imagined as death sentence on me and my family.
That was because you never read your nuclear war survival skills booklet.
There was a crap Irish one call "Bas no beatha" (death or life), which gave me the impression that radiation was red. I think it was from the sixties and we used to keep it with the sheet music. Obviously, the first priority if the world ends is to start looking after your piano...
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