‘Well, it’s a cracking good tale, in’t it? Old Goliath come-sa ovver dale, huffin’ and puffin’ and shoutin’ and screamin’ and wavin’ his reight big sword abaat like there’s no tomorra and tellin’ t’Israelites to send out their champion. Out come little David wi’ nowt but a slingshot in ’is ’and. “Waaay!” roars Goliath. “Is this t’best thy lot can do? Little squirt like thee! I could tread on thee and squash thee. I could breathe on thee and blow thee into t’next week.”’