tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874013862434397626.post1320937516297376529..comments2023-08-22T13:59:23.795+01:00Comments on Slide23: Tat, Scarves and the Cocteau TwinsAlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140345209343325701noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874013862434397626.post-55861857085847508832011-11-13T16:48:17.146+00:002011-11-13T16:48:17.146+00:00"Bits of wonderful tat that boy’s don’t under..."Bits of wonderful tat that boy’s don’t understand because they don’t do anything".<br /><br />Absolutely. Nail. Head. I could never work out, in halls of residence, how girls got through the day with just five LPs and two books, but sixteen different mirrors, a mobile made out of parts of an (Rob, look away now) album cover they'd cut up, and four hundred jumpers (all mohair and with those delightfully long sleeves they'd poke their thumbs through the ends of). But it was Wales, and we needed jumpers. Not as much as we needed our Hawkwind collections, though.Moznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874013862434397626.post-52093431642260561452011-11-09T09:29:49.956+00:002011-11-09T09:29:49.956+00:00Bless you.Bless you.Alanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05140345209343325701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874013862434397626.post-28004686795304346462011-11-07T19:50:25.709+00:002011-11-07T19:50:25.709+00:00Patchouli.Patchouli.ddraiggwyrddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04980487274360572970noreply@blogger.com