Reminds me of an incident in the late seventies when I was an Inner London Teachers' Association delegate at a London NUT meeting. My old mucker Blair Peach was my co-conspirator at that meeting and we sat at the back of the hall as the chairperson called a register, forced by the right wing (aka the communists - honest! 😂), in order to make sure that the upcoming vote on industrial action was going to be fair (things were fraught like that in those gloriously militant times). It took ages for all eighty names to be called and there was a goodly amount of insolent piss-taking during the proceedings. One of the delegates was called Littlejohn (he lived on a canal narrowboat as I recall). The chairman called "Littlejohn?" and yer man called "Present!" Before the chairman could call the next name, Blair, who had a bad stammer but triumphantly overcame it on that occasion, bellowed "Friar Tuck?" and the whole place collapsed in utter mirth. Those were the days!