The Cannon game we used to play.
I started drinking in pubs, a tad underage, when Cannon was on the telly. It became a tradition to watch it on a Saturday night, just befoe the (UK) football then heading off to a "disco".
A game developed over the time we watched it - we would have to guess what the stills at the end would depict. Like when Cannon was face to face with pretty lady during the episode, one of us would say "That'll be one!"
I don't think any of us ever got one right.
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in God.