Sometime ago in my misbegotten youth, as a child, I remember being left alone in my parents car one fateful night after a day out visiting the British Natural History museum. My parents had dashed off to acquire a meal of soggy fish and chips from the local chippie, before returning home.
While waiting for my parents return with the aforementioned meal, I looked out of the passenger window and noticed a billboard featuring a huge Lamb’s Navy poster of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Even though I was but a kid, with no bristles to yet erupt forth upon my physiognomy, requiring copious amounts of Noxzema shaving cream, she stirred something deep within me.
I felt that my head was going to explode, it was like a mystical revelation. The experience was of similarity to what I had far earlier experienced when seeing a poster for Barbarella…
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