A blue T-shirt , no bra, hardly ever wears one, I notice, just sitting with arms folded and a wistful look in her eyes. Shes dreaming of leaving Hollywood and running away with a Brummie electrician in an ex BT Escort van with a leaky windscreen and a rattling diesel engine.don't worry about it DekeDescribe the pic? What's she wearing? What's the pose?
Shes yearning for the glamour of the Birmingham night life, where you can walk back from the boozer on a cold, rainy , November Saturday night, after a few pints of mild, along the canal towpath to avoid being mugged by the druggies on the streets or shot at by the Jamaican Street gangs cruising in their Beamers .
I could impress her with " Hey, Jen, they used to make HP Sauce there you know"
Or" Would you like to se where they used to make BSA Motor bikes, only 3 miles on this towpath" B-)B-)B-)
How about seranading her with a few verses of " Dirty Old Town" by Euan McColl she' d like that. ( You have to be a certain age to recognise that song, I'm afraid)
Ah, time for bed ,said Zebedee.