2nd December 2013, 04:03 PM
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Join Date: Jan 1970
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In the days of red wooden telephone boxes with the A and B buttons and it was Her Majesty's Mail ER11, the days when the posty blew his whistle so you knew that your mail was there and at 4am you could hear the clip clop of a draught horse delivering your milk to the doorstep.
The good old days  |