I had a strange dream last night. My sixth can of carlsberg seems to have unlocked it.
My old army locker was being stored in a shop and my old removals boxes were being stored next door in the library.
I recognised everything, my old jumpers and pants. my old vinyls and favourite books.
all my old gear was there. mega nostalgia.
Then the kindly old dear in the library saw a book 'omg its a ****'
'thats worth a quarter of a million pounds now'
'it should just about cover the rent you havent paid for the last thirty years'
'then her face turned hard and orrible like a harridan'
scary. what does it mean
My old army locker was being stored in a shop and my old removals boxes were being stored next door in the library.
I recognised everything, my old jumpers and pants. my old vinyls and favourite books.
all my old gear was there. mega nostalgia.
Then the kindly old dear in the library saw a book 'omg its a ****'
'thats worth a quarter of a million pounds now'
'it should just about cover the rent you havent paid for the last thirty years'
'then her face turned hard and orrible like a harridan'
scary. what does it mean
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