Hya, am new ere.
An ahl mek it clear from the start, it wont me wot put a bottle on the railway line near Edwards Lane bridge, in abaht 1947, ta mek white poudah. An wen the driver stopped the engine, ran up the bank, across fehst field, over the fence into Fred and John Carcasses garden and out the front gate, across Alderton Road, an nocked on front door and me mam op`nd it, he sed it wos me an pointed ter me hiding under the table. Bur ah dint do it. Just in case any coppers read this an think ah did.
Ya cudnt do ote wi the poudah enyway wen yer gorrit. Screws were good tho, they