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When we were children, the Pierrots were terribly important to us. They used to come every year and put up a small stage with a piano amongst the sand dunes at Seaton Carew where we lived. At the end of each performance they would collect a few coppers from the children, in a bucket. They all called themselves ‘uncle’ and I remember their songs:

If I were Uncle Percy,

I would, I would, I would appear

On the end of the pier.

We all went to the shop to shelter from the rain,

We all had a lick of the raspberry stick,

And we all came out again.