Three Wheels on my Wagon by The New Christy Minstrels, My Bruvver by Terry Scott, The Hole by Bernard Cribbins, You Need Feet by Bernard Bresslaw and Don't Jump Off the Roof Dad by Tommy Cooper. All Stewpot classics...
When you come to the end of a lollipop (canned laughter) To the end, to the end of a lollipop (canned laughter) When you come to the end of a lollilop Plop (or was it pop) goes your heart (canned laughter)
Strange how the words immediately come back to you, isn't it. Uncle Mac (if you're very old), Ed Stuart, Tony Blackburn did a good brainwashing job on us kids!
I saw a mouse, where, there on the stair, there on the stair, right there just a little mouse with clogs on, well I declare going Charlton are back Charlton are back, hello!
Like a streak of lightening flashing 'cross the sky Like the swiftest arrow whizzing from a bow Like a mighty cannonball he seems to fly.....(always thought that a bit odd for a horse)
Like a streak of lightening flashing 'cross the sky Like the swiftest arrow whizzing from a bow Like a mighty cannonball he seems to fly.....(always thought that a bit odd for a horse)
Champion (the wonder horse) stuff .. oh those coke snorting rip roaring bourbon loving Hollywood studio types
I saw a mouse, where, there on the stair, there on the stair, right there just a little mouse with clogs on, well I declare going Charlton are back Charlton are back, hello!
An equation familiar to anyone who's sat through a few old episodes of Tom and Jerry. Women + Mice = localised uproar. It's a sexist old TV trope, of course, but it played out for real in England in 1875, when a mouse dashed suddenly on to a work table in a south London factory.
Into the general commotion which followed, a gallant young man stepped forward and seized the rodent. For a glorious moment, he was the saviour of the women who'd scattered. It didn't last. The mouse slipped out of his grasp, ran up his sleeve and scurried out again at the open neck of his shirt. In his surprise, his mouth was agape. In its surprise, the mouse dashed in. In his continued surprise, the man swallowed.
"That a mouse can exist for a considerable time without much air has long been a popular belief and was unfortunately proved to be a fact in the present instance," noted the Manchester Evening News, "for the mouse began to tear and bite inside the man's throat and chest, and the result was that the unfortunate fellow died after a little time in horrible agony."
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When you come to the end of a lollipop (canned laughter)
To the end, to the end of a lollipop (canned laughter)
When you come to the end of a lollilop
Plop (or was it pop) goes your heart (canned laughter)
Gilly, oh golly, oh I love my lolly etc.
Strange how the words immediately come back to you, isn't it. Uncle Mac (if you're very old), Ed Stuart, Tony Blackburn did a good brainwashing job on us kids!
They don't write them like that any more.
I saw a mouse, where, there on the stair, there on the stair, right there
just a little mouse with clogs on, well I declare
going Charlton are back Charlton are back, hello!
and
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew,....................
Must be about time for a thread on guttering..
Like a streak of lightening flashing 'cross the sky
Like the swiftest arrow whizzing from a bow
Like a mighty cannonball he seems to fly.....(always thought that a bit odd for a horse)
Oops, pardon !
An equation familiar to anyone who's sat through a few old episodes of Tom and Jerry. Women + Mice = localised uproar. It's a sexist old TV trope, of course, but it played out for real in England in 1875, when a mouse dashed suddenly on to a work table in a south London factory.
Into the general commotion which followed, a gallant young man stepped forward and seized the rodent. For a glorious moment, he was the saviour of the women who'd scattered. It didn't last. The mouse slipped out of his grasp, ran up his sleeve and scurried out again at the open neck of his shirt. In his surprise, his mouth was agape. In its surprise, the mouse dashed in. In his continued surprise, the man swallowed.
"That a mouse can exist for a considerable time without much air has long been a popular belief and was unfortunately proved to be a fact in the present instance," noted the Manchester Evening News, "for the mouse began to tear and bite inside the man's throat and chest, and the result was that the unfortunate fellow died after a little time in horrible agony."