Come on do The Locomotive with me Shildon smoky days with black sheet cloud terrace rows buy some cheap beef shank for the dog open shuttered butchers smell of blood sit at the bar peel the sheets soggy New Statesman by the glass started reading it on the toilet at home had to get out sink the pints eat a chicken tikka masala flavour pork pie isnβt that an oxymoron? and humour Gappy slumped at the bar no longer violent new leaf turned collects shopping trolleys in the Asda car park heβs got a badge and a green jacket waterproof which is nice so come on do The Locomotive with me roadside ****** familiar faces though not so many these days faded glory days wall images of train filled old days of engineering and purpose and place the starting point of a world phenomenon a phenomenon that brought global joy and death in equal measure but sod that Darlington and Stockton got all the glory.