Returning from the pub last night, I thought, Shall I go down to the river for a few photos? Then I thought Nah, went straight back to the hotel, got tucked up in bed and watched the end of Newsnight. But this morning when I drew back the curtains and saw the fog, I grabbed the camera and belted down the hill.
Sittin’ in a sleazy snack-bar
Suckin’, sickly sausage rolls
Slippin’ down slowly, slippin’ down sideways
Think I’ll sign off the dole
‘Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.