Doing the Funny Handshake.

Back in the early nineties, when I was living in Northumberland and working as a freelance photographer, I had occasion to go into a shop to return something that was malfunctioning. It had malfunctioned before, and my opening remark was ‘it is happening again.’

A woman browsing the shelves turned to me with excited eyes and exclaimed ‘Twin Peaks!’ And she was right. My statement had been the password to recognising a fellow member of a select club: The Peakies. We were every bit as smitten with our alternative reality as the Potterheads are today, and Twin Peaks was a lot deeper and stranger than Harry Potter. This is where it came from: