My friend was told age 19 by her football mad boyfriend that fans were given songsheets on the way into the stadium so everyone would know the words to the chanting. She believed this for years until the World Cup came on and she wondered aloud as to who did the translations for other countries.....
haggis - when I helped out at brownies, the district commisioner confessed at camp that she had taken a group of brownies on a trip to scotland. They were getting bored on the coach so she told them to look out for haggis. Little creatures, small enough to fit in a matchbox with their left legs shorter than their right so they could run round hills. When scared they curl up in a ball and look like a stone. Once half of the brownies had spotted a haggis out of the coach window, the other half started to get upset that they hadn't seen one. So she told them that sometimes they were tiny red kilts which you might catch a glimpse of. By the time they arrived all the brownies on the coach had seen a haggis.
When she retired we made her a tiny haggis in a matchboz wearing a kilt.
We used to go on holiday to France, and on holiday we always bought bottles of chocolate milk to drink, which (apparently) they didn't sell in England As we drove through France we passed loads of brown jersey cows. On the way to Dover we passed only black and white cows. I was told that brown cows make chocolate milk and black and white cows make white milk, which is why we could only get it in France.
My mum told me when I was little that sun cream made you tan really quickly. Being a pale-skinned strawberry blonde, this was music to my ears. I was the whitest kid on holiday every year - we went through bottles of the stuff and I never once got burnt. I was at university before I twigged. It was most embarrassing to be on a beach with my friends rubbing oil over their bodies while I plastered an entire bottle of sun cream over myself.