I'd just like you all to know that I went to school with Wilf Lunn's daughter, Anna. She used to sing "sausages" instead of the correct word every time there was a word beginning with s in the hymns. And she instigated "play to lose" which was the only way we had of rebelling against the tyranny of hockey on a pitch about 3 miles above sea-level which was covered in 6 feet of snow all year round.
*is possibly exaggerating a little bit*