When I was a youngster my parents bought me a pair of braces to hold up my new trousers. Of course these were 'Trousers to grow into' and without such support I would have been running around bare arsed. The braces were blue and had pictures of planets and rockets and, in the box, was a genuine ticket to the Moon.
I know, because it said so.
Somewhere in a landfill site, many many years ago...
Monday, 1 September 2008
Weeing down my trouser leg #5
I just fancied a bit of the Grateful Dead, here's a couple of my faves. From 'Dead Ahead':
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