It was 'Knock-Down Ginger' in the black country where I grew up. My favourite variation was to tie pieces of string to two adjacent doors, line all the milk bottles up just in front of the doors and then bang the knockers simultaneously. Brilliant chaos with neighbours coming out together, bottles rolling down the street and so on.

It was 'ollies' with us when you couldn't be had, and we also used to play 'Hot Rice', which was like Tig with a ball. Whoever was 'on' (decide by everybody standing in a huddle, the ball being dropped in the middle and whoever's foot the ball rolled on to - us wily ones always made sure we were on the uphill side of the playground) threw the ball at people who, when they were hit joined the 'on' team. The ball, usually a tennis ball which had lost all its fur, didn't half hurt when it hit between the knee and bottom of short trousers on a chilly day. Kids of today - don't know they're born!