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, 10 May 2009
A thought for a Sunday
"It's not till you're halfway through a pint that you stop drinking for the government and start drinking for yourself."
a sobering thought !!!
ReplyDelete'Tis indeed duncanr.
ReplyDeleteBut I still fancy a lunchtime pint!