Tuesday, 23 August 2011


...when I was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue...

there are so many songs in me that won't be sung.
I feel the beetter taste of tears upon my tongue..."

So sang Charles Aznavour.

Not us though. We feel the bitter taste of beer mostly.

This picture was taken when hairstyles, makeup and clothes such as these were commonplace on young people - whereas now they are only sported by attention-seeking ladies of a certain age wishing to audience-participate at a tribute band night on a cruise.

We have moved on sartorially and are ever so chic these days.

Gotta love Charles though ...

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