I was perambulating towards The Bridge Shopping Centre, here in a sun-kissed Fratton, to get the makings of tomorrow's pot-roast when I dragged my lovely spouse, kicking and screaming "no more DVDs," into "The Stubbington Ark" charity shop. I found one of my favourite Cronenberg movies:
After almost vomiting, she does loathe most of Mr. Cronenbergs films, she bought a leather dog collar (no, MTDS, it's not for me) and a book of patterns for "animal hats". The collar was too big for Leo, "the most beautiful pedigree shitbag in Portsmouth" and the search for knitting paraphernalia took two and a half hours to clear away afterwards.