Firestarter by the Prodigy
Back when I had nary a care in the world the company I first worked for in Macclesfield traditionally had their Christmas party at 1pm. On this particular year we'd been to Papagallos for an italian and had quaffed copious amounts of Peroni. It was dark outside by now and as far as our drunken selves were concerned it might as well have been midnight as we'd had our fill of beer.

Actually it turned out to be only 5pm and it was late night shopping in the middle of the town centre which was where we found ourselves upon leaving said italian.

"To the Bull's Head!" announced somoeone who realised we still had a whole evening of drinking ahead of us and off we trekked.

It was at this point that Keith 'The Kesterel' decided it would be a good idea to start waving his arms around above his head and start singing 'I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.' as he weaved his drunken way through the bemused shoppers.

This and the image of my drunken silver haired mother-in-law thrashing around to Firestarter at our wedding reception makes me smile whenever I hear it.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 11:33, 3 replies)

I'd click for comedy value
but you fucked up by admiting that you went the Bulls Head.

What you should do have done is fall out of Paps and entered the White Lion :0)
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 12:53, closed)

Well...
back then the Bull's Head was the place to be in the evening and the White Lion at lunchtime for they did the most splendid chicken curry + chips.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:50, closed)

I was rarely, if ever, allowed in the Bulls Head
I was one of the scummy punks found lurking around 108steps with a bottle of cider (96-02ish)
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:46, closed)