“So you shit bags what’s your problem?” is one of the few lines I can remember from something I wrote entitled “Om goff ter nig”.

I was attempting to use a typewriter that had coloured covers over the keys, hiding the letters, so that my friend Jane could learn to touch type.

I still have no idea what “Om goff ter nig” means. But I do remember being able to type it consistently as a repeated refrain.

PS. In those days people didn’t worry about cleaning up after their dogs.