I think you're right aboot Blue River. It was quickly discontinued.
There was a fecht in Pat Grant's doonstairs gentlemen's parlour one Saturday morning when a queue-jumper was decked by a boy who seemed to be still bleezing fae the night before, and there was a right tarty hair-lopper (nae pics, apologies) who once regaled me aboot having been propositioned by three young loons at a gig in the Capitol the night before who were affa interested in whether or not she was wearing stockings. She said they almost ran a mile when she said that she wisna wearing stockings, nor knickers, sorry, but would they like a look? The folly of youth, and slightly mair entertaining than discussing how busy one is at work, or where one will be holidaying in the summer.