Memory Clothing

[Barry]

....Wigan long leather at me Ma's (you know how they hide stuff in their drawers for years!?) the other day...and the stench of it - that lovely stench that spun me back 25 years - was just the bomb.

I tried it on, which felt good on it's own, but - How tiny was I then?

Feck me, there's a good six inch between buttons.

That coat in one sniff brought back getting on the 604 with the Warrington punks, shitting myself walking past Trux punk club under the bridge after getting off the bus, the little leather and sheepskin coat check room to the left of the bar up on the balcony, getting legged through Wigan town centre by Chink and his bunch of Wigan c*nts (Giz yer money!!), walking through Bryn on the way home on sunny Sunday mornings and a million more memories.

I'm sure that leather don't just smell of leather anymore - each piece must have it's own distinct aroma.

Or am I taking this too far?