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It's the late 80's. I'm at art college and we've all taken the day off to go on a march protesting cuts to university funding (of all things). We are marching through the home village of some Tory politician.

To make things more lively we dress in costumes borrowed from the theatre department store. I am in a giant Hair Bear Bunch suit complete with platform shoes, giant fuzzy wig and sparkly glasses. Louis the IV is there, as is Marie Antionette.

We stop for a little rest; my feet are hurting and Marie needs to adjust her wig. There's a fire engine parked next to us with a bunch of lads up in the cabin munching on sandwiches and drinking tea.

"Hello", says Marie Antionette. "what are your views on the proposed cuts to student funding?"

"Dunno Luv, but we can see right down the front of your dress"
"Yer, Nice tits"!

"Nasty rough men", simpers Louis and we all totter off feeling rather silly.
( spitsticker is not working on, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 8:30, 4 replies)

i like tits

( broadsword now that's fresh, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 11:58, closed)

So,
you're an engraver?
( uncle bastard is twanging a dan moi, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 12:41, closed)

ooh well done, go to top of the class.
( spitsticker is not working on, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 13:43, closed)

Show us yer
work then- wood, steel, copper, or hard plastic a la Jim Westergard?
( uncle bastard is twanging a dan moi, Mon 15 Nov 2010, 8:30, closed)