Whenever I think of Croydon, I think of crayons (Crayola ones...) and how they taste like wax. I was a troubled child. The above biscuit tin has the contents of two ashtrays, one of which is covered with pictures of tasty crumpet so I always have something to gaup at when I'm getting lean and watching X-files.
Today my mum showed me a picture of tree resembling a bum with a bleeding anus. True story.
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