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...
Saturday, 28 February 2009
Wolfstone
It was Glastonbury Festival, in about '92. We were strolling through Avalon, nicely chilled, when a blast of music caused unstoppable foot tapping. It's the only time I've seen Wolfstone live, but what an afternoon!
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