Willie Watt lived in the next street to ours and in a moment of synchronicity it was named "Watt Street". I don't know why, but Willie always pushed a bicycle with a set of ladders attached to it around the streets. It was his "I'm the guy with the bicycle and the ladders" thing.
Anyway, to us kids the name Willie Watt was much too comical and we had only one option which was to torture the poor old man with songs about how "Willie Watt has no hair...underneath his underwear" and other poetic classics. We would gather as a dirty-kneed choir outside his house and begin our songs about "Willie Watt...."
There was extreme danger in doing what we did for after hearing our taunts Willie Watt would chase us - and he was TERRIFYING. He would be in the craziest, maddest rage as he chased us about the streets shouting things like "I'm going to kill you wee bastards!" If he had caught any one of us I'm convinced he would have actually committed murder, such was the level of frenzied rage he would be in. Being chased by Willie Watt was a case of running for your life. What a buzz. We would do this at least once a week...