I remember it like it was yesterday - slipping into my tracksuit chainmail and popping down to the Gregg’s with good old Aslan. That was before the Dangerous Big Cats bill.
I remember it like it was yesterday - slipping into my tracksuit chainmail and popping down to the Gregg’s with good old Aslan. That was before the Dangerous Big Cats bill.
It was a simpler time, and everyone spoke proper English, y’know, cockney slang. “Melt” was a term of affection and tarmac had no rightful place in our streets.