A tale of a TV, death and my boyhood nemesis

It was only much later that I realised what a gift Old Man McLaren was to us.

Every neighbourhood of kids needs an enemy, a nemesis against whom to rally and coalesce and put aside their factional rivalries and disputes, and that was Old Man McLaren. He lived next door to me and he did not like children.

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