next time i,ll bring my book on local history, you,ll be enthralled,
durham won,t be a mystery.
i smile saying " champion, i,ll bake a grit big pastie" .

from behind a tree comes a licking of lips, what could it be ?
cos loose lips can sink ships.
suddenly up south street, something glints it catches my eye, revving of an engine
pipping of a horn."we,ve been rumbled tigger" i cry.