Merry Stocksbridge Everybody
(To the tune of "Merry Xmas Everybody")

Are you hanging up your boots in Yorkshire town?
Are …

Boris had never really planned on becoming prime minister. Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure how he ended up …

Now if this was classic children’s book, I might begin with something like ‘Second star to the right and straight …

Oh, Boris dreamed of serving the land,
With a soldier’s grit and a statesman's hand.
He pictured himself with valour …

I stand before the open door,
But fear has chained me to the floor,
A world beyond, so wide, so …

Endless rain on Stocksbridge falls,
A whispered mist that softly calls,
Upon the moors and winding lanes,
It weaves a …

In the valley where the river winds,
Lies Stocksbridge, of days and nights entwined,
A town born of iron and …

Nicky stood at the edge of the village, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions as he gazed upon the familiar …

There was a sensory tapestry of musty, damp earth intermingled with the sharp tang of decayed organic matter. Cobwebs hung …

Yousef crouched beneath the shattered remnants of what once had been his home. Dust and smoke filled the air, blurring …