"Imagine going down the M1 in a Bedford van with wooden benches along the sides and me sat in the wheel well on a camping stool."

Sounds like Porridge "A Day Out"!


The Natural History Museum...my gawd, those dinos where better than my Tarzan comics!

Even at that young age, I cottoned on to some sort of weird crap...tinted windows in big cars and Range Rovers...well, it was fucking Kensington.

I hate Kensington...went to their famous market to get a pair of Beetle Crushers...was in a punk group at the time...could only get them two sizes too big, still bought them.
Fuck, killed my feet with the biggest blisters I ever had after trying to close the heel gap with cardboard and cotton wool..a fellow band member said it worked for him, the fucker!
Only wore them once...well, half once.