Crims ain't what they used to be/September 13th 2011.

Richie - I was snoozing in my comfy chair when I was woken by high pitched screetching and girlish yelps from ladies of a certain age. Of course, it was Tuesday and Mrs Bob No 3 was entertaining her fellow am-drammers at Castle Roberts where they were about to enjoy a read-through of their proposed autumn production, a musical version of The Great Train Robbery, written by our own happy clappy Reverand Pritchard. I attempted to hot-foot it to the snug but instead was subjected to the flirtatious attentions of said ladies before being ordered to provide tea and crumpets all round. The Rev explained that the musical would be a christian interpretation of the events of 1963 focusing on his belief that old time crims lived by a code of honour that is sadly lacking today. Indeed, the final number "They Wuz Good Honest Lads, M'Lud & Only Coshed A Train Driver To Death" should be sung in every school in the land, he said, to inject vim and much-needed moral vigour into our lazy feral yoof!