Anyone remember the chant we used to do to the names of our running superstars back in the 50s?

Revealing ex-ImproperGanda's teen demographic we all recall "Bann-is-ter" "Chat-a-way" and most of all alltime great *long-distance-runner Emile "Za-to-pek".

(*Another still relevant, understated long gone Great Brit flick of Class War - ongoing unchecked.)

One eve in t' Swingin 60s (which we now is) we once spotted ex-track-champ made Tory Tart made Beeb Chat-ster Chataway near Harrods - just as we woz thinkin of blaggin' the drum's jewellery - so we hightailed outta there like good Sloane Rangers - "Hi-yo, Silver! Away!"

'fraid not....

me neither but I am enjoying PropaGanda's Pigen English.