Getting old really sucks!

[Snoopy]

Have a free cartoon on me.

[Barman]

Jus? load on the karma and it will all work fine? prolly. 

[Snoopy]

I thought you'd be on the phone booking the boys for next Friday's Live Music Night

[Barman]

I thought you'd be on the phone booking the boys for next Friday's Live Music Night

They were busy? washing their hair or something? 

[Snoopy]

Of course, I forgot Friday Night is:

[Pastis]

Bleedin' 'ell, where d'you dig them up from? Have an aunt who still bangs on about not being available Fridays 

I just placate her with another large schooner of sweet sherry... seems to work 

[Snoopy]

Where do I dig them up? Remember I was at school in the fifties, in fact left school in 1963. So the short answer is I found them under the bed clothes, with a torch and a transistor radio, listening to Radio Luxembourg (208)
Friday Night was Always Amami Night.
Why? because the sponsors, Amami who made products for women's hair, knew that Friday night was when t'lads went out on the p*ss whilst the girls stayed home and "permed" their hair ready for the big Saturday Night Out.

[Pastis]

I bet you remember what's his name, that DJ on 208 being cautioned for introducing Brenda Lee's latest single with a somewhat risqu? turn of phrase  I think I giggled all evening... oh dear

Pete Murray, that was him...

And ohh... the Battle of the Bands...

[Darwins Selection]

I bet you remember what's his name, that DJ on 208 being cautioned for introducing Brenda Lee's latest single with a somewhat risqu? turn of phrase 

Don't forget Garner Ted Armstrong warning about the wages of sin.

[Snoopy]

And of course Horace Batchelor from Keynsham ~ that's spelt K E Y S H A M ~ Bristol.
Perm any eight from ten and he'd "guarantee" at least six winning lines or some such crap. Bloody man must have made a fortune. I think I shall have to Google him and find out.

Infradraw That's what he called his method.

[Pastis]

Strewth! It feels like I'm attending an exhumation... 

[Snoopy]

From http://www.martinkelner.com/kelner_bits/Johnny_Who.shtml

Even at 11 or 12 years old, my friends and I
recognised Horace Batchelor?s ?infra-draw method? as
bullshit. If this guy knew how to win the pools, we
figured, why did he not just win the bloody pools
every week, instead of spending his time in a studio
recording his spiel about how he could help you win
the money?

Batchelor?s commercials always ended with his
soporific reading of the address to which suckers
should send their money, laboriously spelling out the
location of his post office box; Keynsham, spelt
K.E.Y.N.S.H.A.M.

You will struggle to find a British radio listener
aged 50 or above unable to spell the name of the small
Somerset town. The late Sixties art college group,
the Bonzo Dog Band, immortalized the place in an album
called Keynsham, and included Horace among the list of
characters in their song The Intro And The Outtro,
which was basically a wacky introduction to the
members of the band, including a number of imaginary
members; Adolf Hitler on vibes, big John Wayne on
xylophone, and General de Gaulle on accordion. ?What
a team,? ran the song, ?Zebra Kid and Horace Batchelor
on percussion??

Batchelor had actually won the football pools. He
scooped ?12,000 in 1947, which needless to say was a
lot of money in those days. Instead of spending the
cash on fast cars, wildly impractical futuristic
houses, and on developing an alcohol problem, as was
the tradition among working class pools winners ? and
also suddenly wealthy young footballers like George
Best ? Batchelor, who owned a herbal tobacco shop (how
much of a money-spinner can that have been?) in
Bristol, invested his winnings in his infra-draw
method.

His main costs must have been the advertisements on
Radio Luxembourg, which brought sacks full of postal
orders to his door. How could this be, when a bunch
of young boys, most of us barely of barmitzvah age,
sensed his ads were a bunch of hokey? To answer that,
you have to know how central to life in post-war
Britain the football pools were.

Back then, in the early Sixties, the government took
the same attitude to gambling as it did to pop music,
strictly rationing it. There were no casinos, no
lottery, no legal off-course betting on horse racing,
no booming property market. The only way you were
going to make a fortune if you were not born into it
was by winning the pools. The top prize of ?75,000
represented riches beyond the dreams of avarice.

Viv Nicholson, a bottle blonde bottom-of-the-heap
housewife and mother from Castleford in the heart of

[Snoopy]

Strewth! It feels like I'm attending an exhumation... 

You are .... now drink up and let us wallow in the past for a few minutes ~ it may be all we have left 

[Pastis]

There are so many beautifully contentious issues in that link Snoopy I could be away for some time 

Meanwhile... Latest Member... ? 


 

[Darwins Selection]

Meanwhile... Latest Member... ? 

I noticed that.

Is a "Punk Strumpet" some kind of singing striptease act?

It could follow Olga's performance in the sung.