BRIGHOUSE FROM LILLANDS LANE : ALAN BURNETT (Circa 1965)
Canal folk always call it the cut. That precise, no-nonsense term for a canal provides a wonderfully efficient description, especially in the industrial north where the murky water seems to carve a path through the soot-stained stones and bricks. How can you not look at such a scene and not hum Ewen MacColl's Dirty Old Town?
"I met my love by the gas works wall,
Dreamed a dream by the old canal,
Kissed a girl by the factory wall,
Dirty old town"