The Big Read: The revolution never ends, much to the joy of revolutionaries

Raoul was a revolutionary. He'd been fighting for almost 10 years. That's how old we all were. Almost 10.He arrived in my primary school class like a Molotov cocktail through the window of a bank. He made it clear that the rules of polite, bourgeois company were not for him. He swore. He smoked. He gelled his hair to look like Michael Jackson.