“Here we are in our summer years, living on ice-cream and choc-lit kisses. It still reduces me to tears!”
Here we are in our summer years, living on ice-cream and choc-lit kisses. It still reduces me to tears! 2
In case you hadn't noticed yet, I'm more impressionable when my cement is wet.
How can you lie there and think of England When you don't even know who's in the team?
I'm celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo. 2
My car is so old, it has a cassette player. Driving along the dark, damp roads of Portsmouth this week listening to a tape of John Peel's Festive 50 (1986), this came on and sounded fantastic.
A song about growing old and falling in love. What is not to love? 1