Every time I go in Oi Polloi I find myself leaving absolutely disgusted. Not with them, more myself for not having the financial wherewithal, clout or muscle to afford the things I really, really like. Of which there are many. Too many to mention. For today I’m dreaming about wearing this to a folk christening in Todmorden. Pure Collyhurst Cowboy steez. Whatever that means.
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