Imagine the scene: we're doing a local radio slot and the late lamented "Gunner" Sugden has just sung Foggy foggy dew, and a discussion follows...at this stage, knowing Gunner, I know what happens next as he refers to Sarie Marais, and just have time to frantically signal our host to get him off mike before he informs southeast England that "There's forty thousand bastards in the old Transvaal, and one's got a wooden leg" which is what the Royal Machines used to sing to it.