It looks like I'm in for a bit of a blowing from Dennis this weekend, although not as bad as the blowing I got last weekend from Ciara.
That really got my letterbox rattling.
Perhaps they could't get it to work properly and gave up.
I was going to add my own "wtf" then I remembered I completely forgot about it a week after installing it, and have never tried using it.
Maybe now's the time to give it a whirl.
The problem is that the sort of woman that would wear that shirt is unlikely to match the description. And she can't spell either ...
... and I'm getting a sense of deja vu.
It was a nightly ritual for me too. My peak years would have been between '81 and '84. But never, ever Tommy Vance.
... the last Festive 50 before Joy Division.