Close the coal house door….

…there's spids inside. 

With apologies to Alex Glasgow who wrote a much better lyric…

Close the coalhouse door, lad
There's blood inside
Blood from broken hands and feet
Blood that's dried of pitblack meat
Blood from hearts that know no beat
Close the coalhouse door, lad
There's blood inside.


I went to see the moving Alan Plater play of the same name at the Corner House in Newcastle many years ago.  It was in my 'Cheviot, the Stag and the Black, black oil'  anti-establishment period.


Went to open our coal house door today for the first delivery of the new season and was confronted with this beasty.  We've had a few around the garden and sheds this year but I haven't a clue what type this is.