“IT’S A FUNNY old game,” vouchsafed JIMMY GREAVES practically every week on this Saturday lunchtime soccer drone-fest, co-hosted by perpetually corpsing rug-wearer IAN ST JOHN. The “other” joke in Greavsie’s repertoire related to the shortcomings of goalkeepers from “chilly Jocko land”. But worse was to come for Jimmy post “split”: a lame early evening chat show, set in studio recreation of Greavsie’s kitchen, a la Alan Partridge Christmas Special. “If you wanna larf, call at Greavsie’s garf,” advised sub-Chas’n’Dave theme tune, as the once-respected footballer strolled around a market in credits to denote much-vaunted “down to earth” credentials, before indulging in Rotary Club-type breakfast bar chat with the likes of TARBY, LYNCHY et al.
Saint and Greavsie/Jimmy Greaves
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Lee James Turnock
July 3, 2014 at 6:41 pm
I think you’ll find that’s ‘Ghillie Jocko Land’, just one of many things I learned from the old Spitting Image books.