"Don't get your breeze up"

*singing in a loud Cock-er-ney accent* ... "Knees up Knees up, don't get your breeze up, knees up Mother Brow-n-n"!
And didn't we! A 1940s themed 40th was quite delightful! Wall to wall men and women in uniform singing music hall songs led by a cockney double act and we raised the roof! A wonderful memorable night.
Heading home now, I did get a breeze up on the underground, rushing was a force of habit clearly not forgotten!