The old man ended up about ten yards below me which I still find amazing as you couldn't move. I told him afterwards that the crowd must have thought he was one of the kids and they passed him back over their heads. I told you he was small. As for my kecks, I was a real lard arse back then and I could never get trousers to fit me properly. What is clear though is that nobody gave a toss they were too delerious to notice. Either that or they thought I was an opportunist offering my arse!
I also got nostalgic hearing Ken Wolstonhome describing a cross as a "centre" something you never hear nowadays.