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In the doghouse

I was sent out to take some photos of the eldest Englishette taking part in a procession down the street - this was photo number three - the camera must have slipped...


Looks like a large man with breast implants.

Pity about the tattoo... ugh.

Nice tats

Purely on a historical note - you will have noticed the thatched house in the picture - it has a date of 1642 on it...

& there was me thinking that James (one of the farmers in the village) had sold his milk quota.

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