Those were the days

Of Big Keith, Uncle Reg

And Mavis from the garden centre.

 

It was all going so well;

Everyone had their bit of fun:

Easier times.

 

Then the interferers came:

Laying down the law, splitting hairs,

Causing trouble.

 

Suddenly, paths were blocked off,

Names and addresses checked,

The odd groin kicked.

 

They didn’t like enjoyment:

‘Just not British’, they said.

You remember that.