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, 18 July 2010
A thought for a Sunday
"I don't mind if my skull ends up on a shelf as long as it's got my name on it".
I know where my heart will end up... in a large jar of pickling fluid!
ReplyDeleteSame hear Mike, but long yet may it keep pumping the alcohol around!
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