Right, cookie gone. For ever.

I apologise to Ralph for straying a little off the main subject but I think some words from one of those folkloric talking birds that always tell it like it is might be useful.

One of them was watching as I sat in Bill Leader's kitchen while many of these recordings were made. Probably it said to me: 'Copy those tapes and get them out of here 'three hours before the day' but it was the 1970s and I wasn't listening. Maybe it could foresee what would come to pass many years on. Who knows?

Still, just as that bird speaking up about just where Earl Richard's body was hidden and so brought his false love to justice, so it might fly over Harrogate and let us know what's hidden there and whether it can be salvaged. Maybe it could have a word with that wicked pussy cat Bulmer and tell him to stop scaring Poor Polly and pretending to be Gollum and just tell us HOW MUCH?