Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Friday, 30 July 2010

The New Forest Show; the final day

Another "quick" rearranging and we were ready for day three;

Red trouser spotting started early today, this one has
a complete suit attached;

Crowds outside our trade stand;

Crowds on the main drag;

A pair of red jeans, I wonder if he will grow up like Dad?

Panama, check. Office shirt, check. Red strides, check. Hush Puppies, check. Where is his tweed jacket?

All thats left is the long journey home;

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