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...
Friday, 5 September 2008
Weeing down my trouser leg #6 - again
And then I thought... Lonnie Donegan wasn't so bad, really:
Lonnie Donegan's Skiffle Group - Puttin' On The Style
My Old Man's A Dustman Lonnie Donegan - 1960
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor - Lonnie Donegan
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