“Hopping the wag” – which I always believed to be a London expression, and which the old man accused me of many times as a lad when bunking off school.
The old Man – you been hopping the wag again boy
A young me – No Dad
The old Man - You sure..?
Me – Yeah ‘course Dad
The old Man – Then ‘ow comes you can get up to a 103 break at snooker, you’re only 13 for Christ’s sake.
A young me – Erm.
It’s because I spent most of my teenage years hopping the wag in the local snooker hall, when I should have been in class