JAMES BOLAM laid the memory of THE LIKELY LADS to rest with this grisly 1920s depression-quest. Concerning the struggle of a bunch of Geordie ex-squaddies to earn a crust, a young SUSAN JAMESON put food on t’ table as Bolam’s long-suffering wife, and MALCOLM “OUR JOHN WILLIE” TERRIS propped up the bar with a pint o’ black and tan. Pigeon lofts featured, as did a lot of clothes drying in the back yard and cross-class boundary politics. Cue plenty of clenched-fist-wringing angst. Don’t worry lads, there’s another war on the way.