6 Year Old Denim....... by Shaun Dangerfield.

They look like they have been transferred numerous time's from the Starship Enterprise up through Scotty's beam me up porthole and back down to a rocky planet to be ground by a denim bull dozer..... or they have just come to the end of a 6 year relationship with myself.
They literally just fell apart at the crotch, knee and pocket within 7 day's, continuously weakened by just walking up the stair's by day 5 of it's countdown death I soon realised that not even the Denim Doctor in Manchester could save these.
I bought these at the time purely for pub day's, lounging and gig's, they've saw Kasabian, Arctic Monkey's, Happy Monday's, done a few all nighters in Birmingham's Grimy Subway City and held their own throughout a very wet and muddy Global Gathering 2007.
It's a sad week, I may bury them in the back garden..... or just throw them in the bin. Either way these cinch back loose fit denim deserve a little write up for time spent with owner, People's pet's have lasted less time and I'm just as attached to them as a family pet.
If you sniff them (first come first served basis - sent 1st class recorded) just a little sniff will take you into a 30 second euphoric state, a good old grasp of the crotch and plunge to the nose for a minute or 2 will see you on a magical journey, a twisted tour of the mind spent in the yellow submarine taking you on your travel's with soft mushroom grass and lollipop path's.
Obviously this is all tongue in cheek and I'm not bothered at all.......... Probably.




Feel free to double click the pictures to see it's full grimed glory


Shaun.