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, 26 June 2010
No I haven't disappeared to Glastonbury
The weather is just too nice to spend time at a keyboard. Wish I was at Glasto though, if only for Seasick Steve later today...
I don't have a TV Dave. And the broadcasts never capture the feeling and spirit of the event. You can't nip off to the cider bus and get a hot dog from the Real Meat Company on the way back!
Enjoy the tele broadcasts!
ReplyDeleteI don't have a TV Dave. And the broadcasts never capture the feeling and spirit of the event. You can't nip off to the cider bus and get a hot dog from the Real Meat Company on the way back!
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