I’m not sure exactly when I won this t-shirt, but from the previous post you can see I was wearing it in 1990. I couldn’t have won it the year before because we were living in Big Trout Lake in ’89. The campaign came out in ’88 so I must have been ten when I called in to the local radio station and was caller number five (or whatever number it was) for the contest. You had to say the whole song without making a mistake in – I think it was – under twenty four seconds. I did it and later went to McDonald’s to pick up my prize. I never did like McDonald’s. I detested eating breakfast there and complained loudly when we did, but it was the only place open at 4:30am when my dad would haul us out trout fishing. The torture of choking down McDonald’s pancakes was always, in the end, worth the fun day of adventure and fishing. That aside, I liked my new prize.
Fast forward twenty years. The t-shirt took a many year hiatus and then turned up again at Mom and Dad’s a couple years back. Of course, I was happy to reclaim it. It has become standard pajama garb. After seeing this video Graeme has started calling it my “business shirt”, but more often he refers to it as a “passion killer” – like all of my “business clothes”.