SkidCarrera
13th October 2007, 13:24
I was up in the attic with the wife yesterday. All dusty and covered in cobwebs - but she's good with the kids.
Anyway, there in the corner behind discarded records of George Michael on a 12 inch, Elton John on a 7 inch, and Culture Club on a variety of different sizes, just past my collection of wedding albums, was an anonymous looking cardboard box.
At least, it would have been anonymous except for a strange flourescent green glow about it.
Pausing only to comment on the Spielberg-esque lighting effect created by its obviously incandescent contents, I stumbled across and opened it.
You guessed it - the holy grail of 2005 Thunder Sundays...MORT teamwear! T-shirts, caps, crew overalls, trousers, green wigs...you name it. (So long as it's one of those I just said)
People in their tens had paid whole pounds to get their hands on this stuff just two short years ago.
I looked behind me where my plainly unenlightened other half was furiously trying to get the top of a large black bin-bag apart. Luckily, a combination of long nails (hers) and that strange thing where women can never tell which end of the bag to open gave me the vital seconds I needed.
I vaulted the 1987 silver Woolworth's Christmas tree and shimmied down the loft ladder with the costless memorabila in my arms, her spiteful words ringing in my ears - "Don't know what you want that crap for - you couldn't give it away when it was new..."
Prove me wrong folks - let me give it away.
Any takers before she burns the lot at her next witches' coven meeting?
Anyway, there in the corner behind discarded records of George Michael on a 12 inch, Elton John on a 7 inch, and Culture Club on a variety of different sizes, just past my collection of wedding albums, was an anonymous looking cardboard box.
At least, it would have been anonymous except for a strange flourescent green glow about it.
Pausing only to comment on the Spielberg-esque lighting effect created by its obviously incandescent contents, I stumbled across and opened it.
You guessed it - the holy grail of 2005 Thunder Sundays...MORT teamwear! T-shirts, caps, crew overalls, trousers, green wigs...you name it. (So long as it's one of those I just said)
People in their tens had paid whole pounds to get their hands on this stuff just two short years ago.
I looked behind me where my plainly unenlightened other half was furiously trying to get the top of a large black bin-bag apart. Luckily, a combination of long nails (hers) and that strange thing where women can never tell which end of the bag to open gave me the vital seconds I needed.
I vaulted the 1987 silver Woolworth's Christmas tree and shimmied down the loft ladder with the costless memorabila in my arms, her spiteful words ringing in my ears - "Don't know what you want that crap for - you couldn't give it away when it was new..."
Prove me wrong folks - let me give it away.
Any takers before she burns the lot at her next witches' coven meeting?