Remember the Popeye The Sailor Man songs we sang in the playground? For some reason they were usually rude! One I particularly remember:
I'm Popeye the Sailorman
I live in a pot of jam
The jam is so sticky, it sticks to my dicky,
I'm Popeye the Sailorman!
Soops Kitchen, a place of refuge, reflection and revelry.
Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??
What household chore have you got completely wrong?


