A Garage Graveyard Where Things Get Forgotten


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My Dad’s garage is a place where once loved bits and pieces sit in silence waiting to be used again. An old black and white TV that was bought for camping and in case of power cuts that never returned (it could be powered by mains or 12v battery). A bakelite phone with the original phone number still on the centre dial, now choking beneath a layer of dust. A radio cassette that replaced the beautiful sounding valve radiogram before it and that was somehow never quite as regal a replacement.


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