I remember being over the moon when presented with my new shirt with WARHURST 7. I wore it for 2 days solid.
Then he buggered off to Blackburn the next day. I’m 41 this year, and haven’t felt hurt like it since.
Post of the decade.
You sound sweet. I want to take you home, braid your hair whilst we both read extracts from The secret Seven infront of an open fire of dreams.