"No, I swear, it's just about Springsteen's. I couldn't help but stare at that poster in class, because you know, I was a teenage girl. Totally developed a crush on Springsteen...or maybe just his arse, which I couldn't tell my friends about because the 80s? Not cool." Martha rolled her eyes a little at the memory.

"So I was doing this presentation, on Appomattox." Because of this, she therefore hadn't been able to block the US Civil War from her memory, for whatever good it had done her (not much). "And I'd stayed up way too late, I'd rehearsed too many times, so I was facing the poster, running on autopilot...and started talking about arses in front of the entire class."