Re: My AR Experience (part 1)
perspective I guess, takes me back to a time where I couldn't see over the counter at the sweet shop, blackjacks were 8 for an old penny (the big ones) and I was allowed a pennies worth on the way home from school on a friday so took the longer route passed the shop.
Or to the youngsters out there the "black & white" days....
Cheers Mark.
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