Sunday, September 16, 2018

Excuse me there are crumbs in my crisps




Margaret Thatcher used more than her fair share of hairspray. 



Billy Bragg had a preference for  brightly coloured socks. 



Arthur Scargill ate pickled onion flavoured crisps for his breakfast.


It was 1985.

I was living in North East England in a pit village.

And most memorably.  

 I sneezed a piece of carrot onto a woman's hand. 

Arthur loved these

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