My dad used to pay football for Golden Shred, in the days when Gollywogs were quite cool. I'm serious, we lived up the road from Robertson's jam factory and the firm's football team was called Golden Shred.
We used to save tokens and send off for Gollywog badges we would proudly wear on our school blazers. Nowt wrong with that! They're a damn sight more attractive, and less offensive, than Jo Brand.
This recollection, I know it's last week's news, was prompted by Derek Bennett's Blog and his post about Carol Thatcher. Having been away this weekend in Cymru, and working yesterday in Manchester until 2-00am, I am playing catch up a little.
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