Neon shellsuits. The type that melted if they got too near fire.
I was heartbroken the day my shellsuit pants ripped, and I grew out of my shellsuit jacket. I was about eight at the time.
Neon shellsuits. The type that melted if they got too near fire.
I was heartbroken the day my shellsuit pants ripped, and I grew out of my shellsuit jacket. I was about eight at the time.
"I work in one of those humble call centres... Apparently, what we're doing at the moment is 'sprinkling our magic along the way'. It's a call centre, not Hogwarts." ~ Caroline Garlick, Ayrshire, BBC News Magazine
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