…I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. I know the exact look that Aidan is going to give me when he sees that title as well. It’s a head shake and, “Ohhhh Emma!” in his Baaarnsley accent, despairing at my pathetic attempts at toilet humour. Yes, I said toilet humour (watched an episode of ‘I’m Alan Partridge this week – I’d forgotten how good it is. They were just amused by the ‘Cock Piss Partridge’ bit.). Too many full stops there? Not sure.
Anyway, I seem to be meandering away from the point of this post. I went to a swanky party last Saturday, wearing a 1980s-reproduction-of-the-1950s Marks and Spencer dress. Whilst I spent Sunday morning recuperating at my friend’s flat in Chorlton, Aidan got up at daft o’clock and went trawling round the car boot sales. This was the result:
I was spitting feathers when I saw this lot. He ALWAYS gets amazing things when he’s not with me. Probably because he’s (usually) spending more attention on keeping me entertained rather than looking for the retro goods.
Despite having all the time in the world this evening to do some blogging, I’ve decided to leave it there. I’m going to do a bit of research into some of the bits and bobs he found (including a Louis Shabner print); sharing my knowledge with t’world and its dog once I’ve collated everything. Until then, I’ll leave you with this preview of the print: