Truly Inspired?
When I was a child, growing up at the bottom of the runway at Manchester Airport (the airport formerly known as Ringway), I had the vaguest sense that there was someone in my parents' extended social circle who had a thing about air hostesses. When I was fourteen or so, in town on half-term with my mum shopping, early, before the Arndale Centre opened, we stopped to have coffee in a pre-Starbucks-era place (the Cardoma?), and this guy was there, having breakfast. "hy doesn't his wife make him breakfast?" My mum mused, aloud. Why indeed.
So for all of you with that air hostess uniform thang, and courtesy of Jaq, here it is: kitsch lives - uniform freak.
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