Nov 21, 2007 23:10
While I think about it, the smell of warm rubber (eg a freshly filled hot water bottle) will always take me back to the early seventies, Holt Farm and the time before central heating. Or at least the time that central heating was looked upon as this dreadful modern invention that rubbish city dwellers had in their crap little houses.
oo fucking ar,
normal for gloucestershire,
sailsbury axle