Literally.
Watching "The Sweeney" on BBC4 the other night (part of their "TV On Trial" week, which came to the conclusion that the Seventies were the best period for television EVER) dredged up a schooldays memory.
Even though I was too young to be allowed to watch "The Sweeney" during the seventies, everyone in the playground knew the theme tune. And what often happened during the cold-filled months of winter was that a boy (it was always a boy) would pick his nose and keep the snot on his finger, running around the playground poking it in people's faces singing "The Greenie! The Greenie! Ba-ba-baba-baah-ba-ba-ba-ba!".
It's not "Are you a bummer tied to a tree?" but it's still pretty funny.
Put some clothes on, girls - you're knicked.
New pubs-a-go-go!
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For the first time in nearly 100 years, I'm posting some new pubs.
First up, as we say on the radio, Al and I tried to do a Northern line pub
crawl. Except...
18 years ago
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