Crawley market, 1992. As a surly 15 year old being fellated by the lady from the bread van, the sounds of Listen Without Predudice Vol. 1 gently wafting through from the cab of my bosses lorry became the soundtrack to my youth.
I still pop my nut every time I walk through the pastries aisle in Waitrose.
Crawley market, 1992. As a surly 15 year old being fellated by the lady from the bread van, the sounds of Listen Without Predudice Vol. 1 gently wafting through from the cab of my bosses lorry became the soundtrack to my youth.
I still pop my nut every time I walk through the pastries aisle in Waitrose.