“Three Tom Cats”

Not last night, but the night before, Three Tom Cats came knocking at my door. One had a fiddle, one had a drum, One had a pancake stuck to his bum.

Back in the 1980’s I was sharing a flat in London with a chap who used to utter the above little ditty from time to time. The flat ended up being christened “The Three Tom Cats” (even though there were only two of us, unless you counted the occasional real feline visitor to the garden).

Several years later, back in New Zealand, the same chap ended up flatting in my house. When we needed a name for our LAN the inevitable name came up again. This then found its way onto my web site.

For anyone who is wondering about the “Owdjim” name, it was a very fine ale brewed by the Strongcroft Brewery that I was rather partial to.

Cheers, Chris