Thursday, 4 November 2010

Chewing over the autumn.

So, chewing gum, hate the stuff personally, never buy it, rarely think about it.

Two memories:

1. Forty-two years old - already told you about it.

2. Sixteen years old - Mary, fancied her, sitting next to me in a friend’s car, she was chewing gum, fruit flavour, she was wearing perfume, the smell of the gum and the scent combined, intoxicating. I think she had just shampooed her hair too.

So, chewing gum, rarely think about it but two memories.

And now this.

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