The Imperial College football team coach that took us to Wednesday afternoon games wasn’t the most politically correct environment.
Even our collective superstitions were highly suspect.
The fortunes of the team were not written in the stars, we believed, but in the pages of The Sun newspaper.
More specifically on the page that housed the George And Lynne comic strip.
Our tradition had it that we would win our game if, in that day’s episode, Lynne found reason to have her chest exposed.
Anyone who is familiar with the stories, which apparently ran from 1976 to 2010, will have guessed that we had a pretty successful team! She was not a shy girl!
Anyway, by complete accident when looking for an image to illustrate this post, I found this…
A whole single-topic blog devoted to this “institution”.
This is the kind of thing that makes me love the internet. It provides an outlet for hyper-niche labours of love like this one.
Now that’s what I call e-commerce website selling copy.
And talking of collective superstition…
Back in the day at The Leith Agency the fortunes of our pitch teams were not written in the stars, we believed, but on the side of a lorry.
More specifically on the side of an Eddie Stobart lorry.
Our tradition had it that we would win the pitch if we saw an Eddie Stobart truck on the way to the client’s office.
That team was pretty successful too, which is hardly surprising given the size of the fleet and that many of our pitch journeys had us driving down the M6 past one of their depots.
You make your own luck by choosing your collective superstitions carefully.