three steps to heaven....

dad's been clearing out again.... and you konw what that means, boxes on the doorstep to "sort out".

The good news is that I found a load of diaries I thought I had mistakenly given to a charity shop - bring on the memories of my drunken student days.

PLUS we found my Mr Mister album and the first vunyl album I ever spent my hard earner pocket money on.....

Showaddywaddy...


Wow I have such taste.