village people get on my tits; the same faces, day in, day out;>/i>

There's a bit of urban sophistication I've missed out on. I've been wearing the same face for nearly 60 years. No wonder it's looking a bit worn out. And you townies, you get fed up with your face, you don't cut off your nose to spite it like us benighted country folk, you simply change it for a new one! The New Faces, I thought that was just the name of the band.

What do they do with all the old faces- is there a huge landfill site, somewhere on the outskirts of Walsall perhaps, where they dump them? Or are they recycled these days, or perhaps shipped to the Third World?