I have drawers full of T shirts.
Old favourites that don’t fit or aren’t quite perfect, freebies, unwearable presents, misspelt knock-off band tatt bought outside gigs whilst pissed etc etc…….
But I only tend to wear 3.
The Che Guevara, The Half Man Half Biscuit and the Marvel.
They must go.
Banished to gardening.
Apparantly, crusty armpits & pinhole burns just don’t cut it in Burnley.
Who knew?
She was very nice about it and has offered to buy replacements, but I’ve hidden them in the garage ’till the new ones arrive, just in case.
I’m trialling Bananman, Pele/Moore and Grumpy (the dwaff) as replacements.
First the cat died, now this 😐