Ihad completely forgotten about the letter. It’s not that surprising, as I’d received it in February 1981. I was 18 and living with my parents in Northolt, west London. And for at least the past 25 years it had been in the garage in a box. Forgotten.
That was until we decided something had to be done about the mess and had a good old sort out.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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