Sunday, 25 October 2015

A Page from The Master Annual 1975

Those days of cleaning up when you empty your sock drawer and find it lined with a decades old page from a newspaper. You stop to read it. Every single sentence and word takes you back to your childhood. The adverts make you smile. The pictures are so badly printed, they are unidentifiable...

This isn't one of those days but I'll pretend it is.

Look what I found...

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