fancy a dip in the north sea early on a may morning? probably not, or like many of us... never again! in which case you are free to roam the whole town but this small fragment of cobbled path must never be touched.
this is patrick hamilton's turf and stepping on the sacred spot where he martyred his life for his protestant faith will land you with a pretty nasty curse. a curse of failure (you'll be wearing that gown of ignorance for a while) unless washed clean by the "fresh" north sea on may morning.
this t-shirt is for your own good. it acts as a reminder to the more forgetful of us and looks pretty cool too.
