(With apologies to Meatloaf) The Nigel is screaming and the Eaton is howling, way down in Holwell tonight. There's a Z on its stand with its tank on the shelf and the cams shining oh so bright There's spanners on the floor and feelers in the head, and a bloody useless magnet-onna-stick Oh, and down in the tunnel where the camchain is rising, I swear I saw a valve shim, stuck in a crevice, it was saying to him "God, what a dick...."