Imagine working the turnstiles though at small heath, every week must be torture as the six toed crew shuffle past, all getting a little bit stuck with the turnstile or ticket. The kids who work in the turnstiles, how would they describe their little job I hear you ask ? , i suppose for them it's a cross between being held by the Viet-Cong in Vietnam and surprisingly and in a completely different direction I think, the prize bit on the Generation game where they had a cuddly toy and teas maid on the conveyor belt, but importantly they describe all the prizes are utterly worthless but all look strangely alike with a wet dog smell hanging over them like a cloud from "Porton Down". Imagine what you see every week for less than minimum wage !