Strange... scary even, when concepts you have always held to have been set in stone, are challenged.

Let me set the scene. I shall achieve the age of 67 years in a month or so, the Great Spirit allowing. Age is, I think, important here...

An evening or two ago, drinking with a couple of chaps, one a kopite, in their 50s, I pointed out that the expression, now in common use: "A taxi for...", derived from the day that Everton Manager Johnny Carey got his P45 from Everton Chairman John Moores in the back of a taxi. I have always held this to be a universal truth, a bit like Kopites are Gobshites.

Imagine my incredulity when my fellow drinkers had no idea what I was on about.
Please reassure me that I haven't been rolling them too thick over the decades. I would value the views of the esteemed readership of these pages.