A Little Bit of History

I've recently reestablished contact with an old flatmate and dear friend from my yoof, he broke free from the poppy cutters to pursue his dream and is now a full time artist based in Washington.

Of course there are a lot of funny stories to tell from that time in his gorgeous house, which the Non Struggling Artist is encouraging me to tell, though of course with certain people's names disguised so as not to offend. Unfortunately these stories will have to wait a wee bit till the great god work slows down, though one question is whirling round my brain madly.

Why on earth were we crouched in the laundry one evening with the television precariously balanced on the wringer washing machine, smoking the naughty weed and watching The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? Who was coming to visit that we didn't want the house to smell for? And why did we think the laundry would contain the smell?

However in delving into my past I've come across this gem which I thought I'd share with you, as of course this is all about ME! Here it is......

Isn't it divine!

Mrs Smith, the trousers were a size 10. I had another pair in blue, and likewise the top I had another in red so I had infinite variations of the same theme. I only ever wore canvas sand shoes at the time but was coerced to put on the Opera shoes for the photo session. Now there's a good story, going to the Opera, but another time.

The top came from Cook St market which is proof that when I went there regularly on a Saturday it was to shop and not just hide behind a pillar and make google eyes and sigh meaningfully in the direction of a certain Topp twin while they were performing their early busking routines.

I do wish I still had the sunglasses.