Made in Slough, UK
usually I prefer you battered, or alternatively your ice cream
counterpart
But, I was hungry.
E K Wood, 20 yrs, 364 days
It's been quite an illuminating few days in a frontier settlement.
A final chapter of my childhood has been closed, in reading Adrian Mole and the Weapons of mass Destruction.
My father informed me on one occasion that I was dressed like a paedophile, mainly because of my "pedo socks"...which is apparently what the humble white sock signifies.
Witnessed and probably contributed to a pub landlady, known for her sexual lechery and general neurosis, throwing everyone out of her bar in a fit of hysterics, in regard to being challenged over voting BNP, and how all her taxes have gone to Mr and Mrs Abdul and their 55 children and three houses in sought after areas such as Chelsea.
I have decided to once again hang up my smoking boots, this is not out of any kind of healthy possitivity, more it is born out of crippling paranoid hypochondria..if indeed health conscious people are really anything other.
Farewell, and here is a picture to enjoy, stealing the front grill of a ford cortina from a field full of wrecked cars stuffed with bart simpson merchandise.
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