Many, many moons ago me and my departed friend Jimmy played a night at a folk club held in the YWCA in Edinburgh. During the first half Jimmy got his eye on three girls in the front row, two were very pretty one, somewhat large. During the half time break he tried to chat them up asking how they'd liked the first half. The concensus was that it was OK but they'd like more Scottish songs in thec second half, which Jim duly promised. As the singer I had to comply, we finnished off the night with "The Balad Of Blair Peach" which was still topical at the time. At the end of the night Jimmy tried his luck again. The big lass said it was far better but for the encore which was all about a bloke getting beaten up and killed by screws. We agreed that comment was more or less correct. To the amusement of all the lass proceeded to announce, for all to hear, that they were screws, and bloody good screws!!! As you can imagine the room was in uproar before the lass could try to correct herself. Ah well, methinks it pays to advertise.