Bri-Bri Baby

12 years. 12 years I'd gone without the mention of the words Bri-nylon. Then last night after a brief discussion about decades, my flat mates made me say Bri-nylon.

1994 was the last time I uttered those words. Trust me I know. It was Ms Stevensons A-Level Performing Arts class. We were putting on a play about the life of Philip Larkin. I didn't write it. Obviously.

But back to my flat mates. Sods. They might have well have pinned me down to the floor and put me in a baby doll. Except they could never have done that. They're far too feeble. The case in point, the Bri-Nylon counter is now set back to 1. Day. Bastards.