The Prisoner

In 1967 Patrick McGoohan devised, created, wrote and starred in a rather bizarre 17 episode series called “The Prisoner”.

The basic premise of the series was the Patrick is a British secret agent who retires from service rather noisily, returns to his flat to pack for a vacation, is gassed and kidnapped and wakes to find himself trapped as one of the inhabitants of “The Village”.

He can’t work out who is running it (remember this is in the middle of the Cold War) and instead occupies himself alternately driving the masters of the village crazy and attempting to escape.

The show would be an obscure bit of Brit-TV if it weren’t for the cult status that this show picked up quickly after it was cancelled. Number 2 the replaceable apparatchik, Rover the creepy rubber ball attack dog and the excellent Lotus 7 KAR120C. Great characters, some excellent choices for Number 2 (Leo McKern is my favourite) and some really wierd sh1t make this show one of my few DVD pickups.

Baggy Trousers

Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in the pub
Passing ’round the ready rub
Trying not to think of when
The lunch time bell will ring again

Oh, what fun we had
But did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days

Headmaster’s had enough today
All the kids have gone away
Gone to fight with next door’s school
Every term, that is the rule
Sits alone and bends his cane
Same old backsides again
All the small ones tell tall tales
Walking home and squashing snails

Oh, what fun we had
But did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days

Lots of girls and lots of boys
Lots of smells and lots of noise
Playing football in the park
Kicking push bikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Back of the ’ead with a plastic cup

Oh, what fun we had
But did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days

Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers

Another Girl, Another Planet

I always flirt with death
I couldn t kill, but I don’t care about it
I can face your threats
And stand up tall and scream and shout about it
I think I’m on another world with you, with you
I’m on another planet with you, with you

You always get under my skin
I don’t find it irritating
You always play to win
But I won’t need rehabilitating, oh no
I think I’m on another world with you, with you
I’m on another planet with you, with you

Another girl, another planet
Another girl, another planet

Space travel’s in my blood
There ain’t nothing I can do about it
Long journeys wear me out but
Oh god you know we won’t live without it
I think I’m on another world with you, with you
I’m on another planet with you, with you

I think I’m on another world with you, with you
I’m on another planet with you, with you
Another girl is loving you now
Another planet forever holding you down
Another planet

Anarchy in the U.K.

Right now

I am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
I know what I want and
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy passerby

‘Cause I wanna be anarchy

In the city
Anarchy for the UK
It’s coming sometime maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme

‘Cause I wanna be anarchy

In the city, the only way to be
How many ways
To get what you want?
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the enemy, I use anarchy

‘Cause I wanna be anarchy

In the city, follow me
Is this the MPLA?
Or is this the UDA?
Or is this the IRA
I thought it was the UK
Or just another country
Another council tenancy

And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
Get pissed destroy