Those were the days, eh, a crack round the lughole if you did owt wrong, boy could i tell you some stories about sergeant earl, nasty man, just cos i had lurchers, laxatives on the mantlepiece every friday night, nowt wrong with my bowels, and my 1st sexual encounter she farted and nearly blew my hand off, walk with your best mate arms around one another without the fear of being accused a botty basher, its a sick old world now, but i fekin love it