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That's why I wore it, so I could blame the stink on my jacket.
The proper Afghan ones didn't pong, it was the cheapo knockoffs that did.
Mine was Greek, purchased when I hitched round Europe. I was wandering round Istanbul in it once and bloke came up and gave me a huge kiss on the mouth. Given the skirt-like appearance perhaps he was not gay, just liked women with goatee beards.
Thought I was the only one on here ancient enough to remember all this. Went to the Brit equivalent at Isle of Wight.
Those lovely hippy days. Long hair, crappy little goatee, sandals all year round, bright red trousers with green crosses on, goats hair jacket that looked like I was wearing a a mini skirt, obsessions with spiritual guff like man. And the music of course. This is just a few years later but:
Thought I was the only one on here ancient enough to remember all this. Went to the Brit equivalent at Isle of Wight.
Those lovely hippy days. Long hair, crappy little goatee, sandals all year round, bright red trousers with green crosses on, goats hair jacket that looked like I was wearing a a mini skirt, obsessions with spiritual guff like man. And the music of course. This is just a few years later but:
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