Most of the songs we had to sing in Bronllys primary school morning assemblies were limp-wristed christian hymns: "he's got the whole world in his hands" and stuff like that. There was the odd comic singalong. One came back to me. Called 'Football Crazy', it included the line "he's football crazy / he's football bad / the football it has taken away the little bit of sense he had / it would take a dozen servants / to wash his clothes and scrub / since Paul became a member of that terrible football club."
What a repertoire.
