Now I'm gunna tell you young 'uns summat.

Way back when beer were tuppence a loaf, the nine leaf joint were a common end to the day's travails and hardships.

Now in them days lad, things were reet sticky. And you know the best part....after Sunday School, there were a brass band playing and we'd eat our hovis...that were reet gradely, and then we'd sit by a roaring fire and try unorthodox sexual positions. By Gum them were the days.