In the 1980s, Edwina Currie was deeply suspicious of eggs. She thought they were silent assassins, killers lurking on the supermarket shelf. I feel much
This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
In the 1980s, Edwina Currie was deeply suspicious of eggs. She thought they were silent assassins, killers lurking on the supermarket shelf. I feel much
