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...
Sunday, 15 March 2009
A thought for a Sunday
The Yorkshireman's prayer
'Hear all, see all, say nowt; Eyt all, sup all, pay nowt; and if ever tha does owt for nowt, do it for thissen'.
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