If i close my eyes and drift off, i can still smell the heady aroma of a jar of Perkins Paste, a staple of every school kid of the seventies zip up pencil case. Oh what roads did those pre pubecent sly sniffter moments send me down in latter years.
A place where i can have a spray, post photo's and maintain some form of diary, even if just for my own amusement. All images, unless otherwise noted, were taken from the internet and are assumed to be in the public domain. In the event that there is a problem or error with copyrighted material, the break of the copyright is unintentional and noncommercial and the material will be removed upon request.
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