So my DH and even my kids are telling me that I must throw out, jettison, abandon to the seagulls at the tip, rip out from the bottom of my soul, one of my most favoritest possessions ever in the world.
I tell them that they have small hard pebbles in place of hearts, and therefore are about as compassionate as a spider-hating cat.
This is the item in question:
|no, I wasn't 18 even when I got this at the gig|
|the Tour dates ... once upon a time they were legible|
|some holes with a bit of T-shirt attached|
|OK, not BNWT, but still with the original label|
|can I persuade you this is anticipating the need to make an ad hoc tourniquet ?|
Just in case you can't decipher the faded shreds of fabric, I'll tell you that this is the T-shirt I bought when I went to one of the gigs on Bryan Adams' '18 til I Die' tour of the UK, in .... umm .... 1997. Which means - after I've counted on fingers AND toes - that it is 16 ... omigoodness .... 16 years old. I might have to weep.
Here's the poll:
Is it time to ditch the T-shirt ? DH has just told me that Bryan Adams had quit touring a while back .... I am going to wallow in a pit of gin and depression cuz that means that he too is no longer18, while you vote, and then head over to Tami's Amis for some cheerfulness .....
PS: I do not wear this out or in public, I wear it to sleep in. Oh yes, I am ALL about seduction and alluring; femme fatale est moi .....