My favourite childhood, Kenty ? That’s a very short list………
But seriously.
I loved to line up my collection of severed barbie doll heads, and then rant dialectical Leninism at them while me mum weren’t looking. The masses need education and those vacantly staring plastic beauties weren’t getting away with their incessant chat about Ken.
I never liked that Mr Livingstone anyway.We’d break off for jammy sandwiches and lashings of ginger beer, before I stuffed them all in to the Kerplunk machine.
Aye, ’twas revolutionary times…….
Then I rode off into the sunset on my Buckeroo Donkey, but fell off for some reason.
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