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Originally Posted by garinda
Watching this, made me think the place must have stank.
All that hopping about, and not a natural fibre in sight.
Crimplene flares, nylon vests.
Reeky.
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That's what the holdalls were for - spare bowling shirt and socks, deodorant and mucho after shave. You smelt like a walking Brut advert after a change of clothes and freshen up in the bogs which, as you suspected were a veritable chemist's shop - blueys, bombers, green-and-clears - everything you needed for backdrops at 5am!
