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, 11 July 2010
A thought for a Sunday
"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest".
I'm sure that is an early photo of you walking out to bat at Headingley, with your bat tucked under your left arm, and praying for rain so you can return to your pint in the pavilion.
I knew I recognised that beard!
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I'm sure that is an early photo of you walking out to bat at Headingley, with your bat tucked under your left arm, and praying for rain so you can return to your pint in the pavilion.
Nobbly I am not Confucius, just confused. And I have never 'Graced' Headingley, save in spirit. I am comfortably embearded though!
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