Tenfoot

It is what it is. You mean you don't have tenfoots in your town or city. Heck, they're two-a-penny round here.

Just at the end of this tenfoot is another tenfoot, the very tenfoot that I was coming down after school one day, larking about with my friends when one of them decided to pick up a stone and chuck it around. I got in the way, the stone hit me in the mouth and chipped a chunk out of a front tooth. The tooth got repaired but it didn't really work, a particularly crunchy gingerbread man broke it off again in 1989 and I've never looked into the whole cosmetic dentistry thing again. I think my mum's still cross at the boy who did it. Me, I put it all down to experience, part of the general wear and tear of growing up. It's the flaws and imperfections after all that make us who we are.

Music, have listened to nowt all day so I'm going to have to delve into the recesses of my mind and dredge up summat suitable. Here goes - when The Housemartins humbly declared that they were 'The Fourth Best Band In Hull', this lot were one of the bands that filled a coveted top three slot.

Extra: Had a big walk in the afternoon with my dad round some old familiar places. If you have even a passing interesting in old cinemas, white telephone boxes and disused petrol stations you can see more images over at my blipfolio/