1990 (ish). My Dad has been wearing the same sweatshirt for pretty much every holiday for the last ten years. It mysteriously disappears. He suspects my Mum, spends months finding a replacement.
2003. My favourite hooded top is on it’s last legs. It’s seen me though most of university, London, Newcastle, and the return to Leeds. I am ‘persuaded’ to throw it away. Break ups with girls have been harder.
i feel your pain NP. i recently thought i lost my fav. zip-up black hoodie. i grieved and said a tearful goodbye, but still held out a glimmer of hope.
last week a friend from melbourne sent it to me via a friend – i left it in his car. a missing child has never had a more emotional reunion.
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Ah, the joy of successfully hoping against hope.
My favourite combat trousers are officially dead. New ones coming in the post. Will they fill those rather large shoes? The thrill of waiting..
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I dont like overwearing things, but just occassionally I have something I like so much I dont want to stop wearing it…
Like my idlewild tshirt from my first ever gig in 98.
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Rob, you make me feel old. 1998?
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I have a pair of sentimental pants.
Should I of told you all that?
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dare i ask what ‘sentimental pants’ are rob c?
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oops – forgot to put my name to that last one..
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Errrrrm, better not – for both your and my sake!
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NORTHERN PLANNER 
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