To the best of my knowledge, my Dad has never sported a moustache or owned an acoustic guitar. I don't recall experiencing anything close to a 'velvet morning' in the Askew household either. Ambiguous drug references and circus music was never really an eastern suburbs thing - at least not when I was growing up. I do remember summer wine being quite popular though. Specifically chilled cask wine, which was usually enjoyed during 'me time', in the 'good rooms', with the door shut and us (the children) outside.
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