Noreen, what a chord you struck with The Pig on the Wall. My mother was waiting with a sick friend for an ambulance. When it arrived the sick friend recognised the driver and said 'he was that daft bugger who put a pig on the wall to watch the band march past'. I loved this expression but never found it's origin. In 1978 I joined Gorton Morrismen and some time later danced for free beer at the opening of the very 'The Pig on the Wall' in Droylsden. That Pig may have been a new one or an upgrading (probably down grading) of an older pub.My mother and her friend lived in Ellesmere Port (50 miles away on Mersyside) and had never heard of Droylsden.
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