Just one of those images which enters your ailing memory like a news flash or a late night government health warning. Oink was for me a painful introduction into anarchy. I'd like to say 'I wish I understood it back then when I was 8 years old.' But, I suppose the point was that mostly no-one was meant' to understand, except for subersive anti-thatcherites. What was it doing wrong? It's like those moments where you're convinced your doing the right thing, but then getting physically castigated for your actions by a group of zombie tory student SS troops - a bit like recounting a rude joke at a dinner party, only to be told you hadn't recounted a joke at all, but molested the host's children, and suddenly everyone was punching you and you weren't going to get any pudding.

Oink!