We have a local variation on the Hokey-Cokey, where we drop the "out" phrase from the song....
so that you sing: "You put your right leg in....in...in...in...in..." as if you're infinitely extending some weird Reed Richards style rubberised protheses....
... well from what I remember of the Yeovil edges, you'd be lucky to find enough limbs not caught in the thresher machine to Hokey or Cokey...
which reminds me, i saw a guy beating someone around the head with his own false leg during the, er, biker days at The Pall - is that the right name? Opposite the church... only reason we used to go in there was because it was the only place that would serve 'a cup of your finest beer' to middle class adolescent boys with anything approaching regularity...
6 Comments:
I demand we hop in the car and find T-Rextacy right this minute now ... it is essential !!
Count me in, Mickey Finn!
love the 'why not invade yeovil' one and the hokey cokey thing has been bothering me ever since Preston Primary school discos circa 1977...
We have a local variation on the Hokey-Cokey, where we drop the "out" phrase from the song....
so that you sing: "You put your right leg in....in...in...in...in..." as if you're infinitely extending some weird Reed Richards style rubberised protheses....
... well from what I remember of the Yeovil edges, you'd be lucky to find enough limbs not caught in the thresher machine to Hokey or Cokey...
which reminds me, i saw a guy beating someone around the head with his own false leg during the, er, biker days at The Pall - is that the right name? Opposite the church... only reason we used to go in there was because it was the only place that would serve 'a cup of your finest beer' to middle class adolescent boys with anything approaching regularity...
Ahhh....The Pall...formerly The Pall Tavern: I know it well.
It used to be a Berni Inn back in the 60s.
Post a Comment
<< Home