A scramble was basically offering something spontaneously to a crowd – by shouting ‘Scramble!’ and the crowd would then swarm to get it. You could scramble anything: money, your pudding in the canteen (messy if someone scrambled something with custard – hands would dive in from all directions) or someone else’s property. I liked to scramble small change. The route to and from school was via alleys or ‘jitties’ as they were called. Either side were occasional sloping roofs of garages – an essential part of my scramble. On the walk back from school I would occasionally get in front of two of the thicker kids in school. We’ll call them Kevin and David. Because those were their names. I would get 2p and 5p pieces ready in my pocket and in plain site of the two of them chuck them onto the sloping roof and say the magic word. The result was electric: from dull conversations about Man United, they would immediately break out of the malaise and be energised to chase after the coins now rolling down the roof towards them. I never ceased to be amazed at how two apparently good mates could immediately be transformed into fighting, snarling gits, struggling over small change. Fantastic entertainment. Some 35 years later when a mate told me about Jew Bundles, I pissed myself and was chuffed to have been the unwitting instigator of one.