Sunday, 15 November 2009

Christmas Lights


Carnaby Street groovy 60’s Christmas Lights
Posted by westendmum at 22:11
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Z said...

Once, when I was at school, a girl named Mandy came up to me and actually said, in all earnestness. "Make love not war, 'cos love is lovely and war is ugly." I didn't quite know what to reply.

16 November 2009 at 01:29

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