As requested, readers of this site have contributed stories featuring supernatural phenomena. Researcher & Historian, and regular contributor to the site Dan Green, got in touch to pass on an interesting story he came across.
Report in The Shields Gazette 2013.
A visit to South Shields by three unexplained lights in the sky in October 1967 seemed to be very convincing as it was witnessed and recorded by policemen. But what occurred the previous year might be an even better UFO episode.
It began when a Shields resident agreed to tell her story to local newspaper The Shields Gazette in 2013 on the proviso that her identity was kept anonymous.
It was a cold night in late autumn, a black starless sky between 10-10.30pm when she and half a dozen of her girlfriends, all teens, were walking home from Harton village past Harton cemetery when they noticed a huge circular ‘flying saucer’ hovering approximately 20’ above the ground, coloured lights pulsated underneath with a humming noise.
It suddenly shot up into the air to a height of about 60-70’ staying stationary for a while then swooping down over the cemetery. Three times it repeated this climbing and ascending motion until it finally shot up into the sky disappearing in an instant.
The shaken girls stood there motionless and speechless and never said a word as they continued home. Little did they know that it appears that on the same night the unidentified aerial phenomena was also seen and witnessed by a Mr Alton, then aged 20, and his wife.
The object was first spotted as they were walking to their home near the old Westoe Colliery. It wandered slowly around the sky towards Tyne Dock where the following year the three lights above the flats were witnessed.
Disappearing from their view it was next seen 10 minutes later suddenly flying almost directly over Mr Alton. They could hear a soft humming sound as the black circular shaped craft blocked out the stars. A circular white light was centrally located on the underbelly of the craft, around the circumference was an aurora of soft, colourful light. It then flew off towards South Shields Town Hall nearby.
Mr Alton estimated it to be travelling at about 15mph and was at least 40’ diameter. They watched for about two minutes as it skimmed above the Westoe Road rooftops.
I recently contacted Mr Alton now 79 and living in Whitburn, to see if he was still clear with his story and indeed he is – there is no doubt in my mind that he is telling the absolute truth and in accurate detail.
Was this the same UFO witnessed on the same night as seen by the girls in Harton? Two remarkable close encounters begging the question, why was South Shields being visited by UFO’s during 1966 and 1967?
More revelations of supernatural phenomena will feature on this site. If you want to share your experience don’t hesitate to get in touch.
As requested, readers of this site have contributed stories featuring supernatural phenomena. 60 year old Jeff Anderson from Washington, County Durham, talked of his experiences.
The paranormal equates to something or some activity that is unknown now but is likely to be known and possibly understood in the future. So, a good example of paranormal activity would include ghost sightings and other spiritual activity of that nature.
It’s the stuff of sixth sense, which we are all aware of in situations when somebody is staring at us from behind, we look around and sure enough someone is. And vice-versa when we stare at someone suddenly they become aware of our stare.
I have over the last few years been equally fortunate and unfortunate to have been exposed to very real paranormal activity.
It was the very height of the Covid-19 pandemic I had been to Lidl one Saturday morning, nothing unusual there. Bonnie my German Shepherd was eagerly awaiting my return to the car. No sooner had I done so when quite inexplicably the car radio started playing and this despite being most definitely being switched off. I had the presence of mind to video the occurrence for future reference.
It sounded like Metallica playing but I wasn’t sure of the song. It turned out to be Creeping Death. I learned later it’s a song about the Biblical pass over featuring the Angel of Death. Creepy right?
On my weekly visit to my elderly parents house I explained to them the car radio occurrence and showed them the video I made that day. I felt someone somewhere was trying to communicate something.
In an instant a powerful gust of wind blew in through the upstairs front bedroom window, it came down the stairs twisting and turning and blew into the living room with such force that it actually blasted open the living room doors. It then turned back on itself and blew out of a small living room window. I mentioned it to my parents but they didn’t want to discuss it.
Unfortunately, my mother suffered a stroke a few year later. One afternoon I visited her in hospital with my Auntie. My mother occupied a room with three other stroke patients. There were just the six of us in the room on this occasion with no medical staff in attendance.
Of the four stroke patients three were asleep including my mam. The other patient was awake lying on her back, staring at the ceiling and occasionally crying out for her mother every few minutes or so, even though she was in her 70s herself. She was unaware of anything going on around her due to a possible dementia diagnosis.
The next thing it started raining mixed with hail and with such force and intensity I thought the window nearest to her might be blown in. After a short while things settled down.
However, the woman in the bed nearest the window was like someone possessed, she no longer cried out for her mother and was now fully aware. She turned her head and looked directly at me in the eye, diverting her gaze away from the ceiling. She even attempted to get out of bed at one point and come over to me. It was then I decided it was a goodtime to leave.
Sadly, my mother died a few months later. Two nights before her funeral I had left my bedroom window open only to be awoken at 3am by a strong gust of wind, so powerful it took every ounce of my physical strength to slam the window shut. Before I managed to close it the wind blasted me directly in the face, at which point an image of mother’s face unexpectedly appeared in my mind’s eye.
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Musicians, writers and actors have contributed stories to the site for over 8 years now resulting in world wide views totalling over 430,000. A big thank you to all the readers – much appreciated.
The site also has local and social history posts. A contributor who goes under the pseudonym Tinwhistler sends in his recollections of characters in South Shields. The likes of Big Hec, Billy Meths and Wavis O’Shave have already featured and the number of views prove there is a thirst for these stories.
In his latest post he talks about how a myth can be cultivated to the point of belief.
‘Our heroes are due to legend created from what is said or written about them, however, they can become exaggerated when tales are passed down. The negative aspects are usually omitted so you might be left with a ‘Robin Hood’ tale bearing little resemblance to reality’.
‘Controversial characters become larger than life courtesy of Chinese whispers elevating the likes of small time hoodlum to status of master criminal.’
‘We have heard of individuals such as this with their names and gang titles posted via graffiti. Never in a position to place a face to any of the names sprayed out there, I often wondered if these characters did exist?’
‘What if they were simply the imaginings of a furtive mind creating a band of disciples who followed a not so large Mr. Big? Back in the 1980s in South Shields there was indeed a case of this.’
‘This originated in the realm of dreams that belonged to Wavis O’Shave and the title bestowed was ‘The Hard’ showcased by Tyne Tees television on their nationally networked UK live music show The Tube.’
‘The Hard was tough, a shaven headed individual with a pumped up upper torso (a little padding), wearing Dr Marten boots on hands as well as feet.’
‘The Hard was filmed completing stunts such as spreading out one of his hands on a brick wall and banging several digits with a claw hammer, his mantra was an unforgettable “Felt Nowt!”
‘So where and how did the Hard originate? The North East of England has had more than its fair share of this type over the years, some individuals, some gangs usually involved in some kind of turf war.’
‘Spotting them wouldn’t be too difficult, in fact take three or four and morph their assorted traits, qualities and characteristics and hey presto!’
‘Going back to the 1970s O’Shave was solely involved and directly responsible for the Hard’s precursor. Back in those days we would read the writings on the walls to see if we might discern who these characters were, what they might be about and wonder if they actually existed at all.’
‘And so it came to pass. Wavis cunningly wove a mental tapestry involving the adventures and exploits of one of these types, creating a legend that would expand over a period of time. A title was bestowed on the non-existent extra hard tyrant and it was ‘Big Moss’.
‘The somewhat susceptible youths who we spotted in our neighbourhoods were fair game to test out the believability of his creation. Several of us in the know would be dispatched to where they would assemble – street football, outside the chip shop or leaving a youth club.’
‘The message was that Big Moss had been seen in the area and he was big trouble, keep out of the way and avoid at all costs. We answered questions as best we could but there were inevitable distortions as a precise script had not been devised.’
‘If asked as to his South Shields origins one reply might be the notorious old Deans Estate, another might be Horsley Hill or possibly one of the town’s outlying estates such as Biddick Hall or Whiteleas.’
‘The general description given was – bigger than you can imagine, a mop of ginger red hair, Dr Marten boots, 60s style evaprest trousers that were worn too short for his long legs which left exposed ginger shin fur. An additional warning was issued, “whatever you do, do not laugh!”
‘The Big Moss wardrobe was somewhat random from charity shops and jumble sales married up with home made turtle neck knitwear topped off with a blazer or suit jacket as the pockets were useful for carrying tapes of preferred music.’
‘If you were stopped by Big Moss and asked what music you liked and your answer wasn’t what he happened to like then it was likely a case of seeing stars. If he motioned to place his cassette recorder (the size of a small suitcase) on the ground, then it was best to run as it meant he was going to fight you.’
‘As previously described, Big Moss wore a jacket with pockets where he kept tapes by Black Sabbath and Budgie who were a Welsh hard rocking trio.‘
‘He also carried cigarettes – unfiltered Capstan Full strength, a Ronson Varaflame lighter and in his inside pocket held close to his heart more tapes. These were of American band The Carpenters. It was strongly rumoured that Big Moss was secretly in love with Karen Carpenter.’
‘There were some agnostics who would only believe in him if they actually saw him and this was when the sightings were confirmed – up close and threateningly personal.’
‘The role of Big Moss was played by a Wavis acquaintance known as ‘HAT.’ Hat fitted the bill perfectly as Wavis had fashioned his mental prototype largely on his colleague, just a few tweaks were needed here and there.’
‘His hair was a natural ginger combed forward creating a fringe curling up at his forehead. His hairstyle was commented on by a local barber who asked “who the hell cuts his hair cos it looks like he’s wearing a cap or a hat”.
‘Hat’s wardrobe was what Big Moss’s apparel was based on and the crowning glory was an auburn curly wig was taken from the wardrobe of somebody’s mother (possibly mine) and though worn reluctantly it achieved the desired image.’
‘So, Hat played the role of Big Moss, the personification of mixed up violence/ hardness married to dodgy dressing. He was let loose during December 1977 until February 1978 and new believers arrived after a successful campaign.’
‘They were accosted several times, stared at, made to listen to his music via the cassette. One track enforced upon the poor unfortunates was self penned by Big Moss, rap in nature maybe pre dating what came out of the States. In fact, he may have been the first possessor of a ghetto blaster, who knows.’
‘His self penned ditty was played repeatedly to these new believers frightened to look at their companions as it may lead to triggering an unwanted reaction. Expressionless faces secured their safety. They were now believers, converts and fearful of the spectre that had descended upon their once safe neighbourhood.’
‘Wavis fielded their questions as best he could. One question was “is he called Big Moss because of his size?” Wavis replied that this was partially correct, it was also because there was another of that family, Little Moss. The new believers were told that if they thought Big Moss was hard then never ever get in the way of Little Moss.’
‘Twice as bad but only half the size. The new believers were told of the exploits of Little Moss such as how he had toppled opponents twice his size, taking them on frequently in pairs and sometimes their fathers as well.’
‘Little Moss was the absolute rock, the hardest individual in these parts. But this was wrong. Wavis informed them of another even more ferocious member of that clan. This individual was said to fight opponents in threes with their Staffordshire Bull Terriers as well. This was none other than Medium Moss. A new legend was born.’
These recollections are from two former pupils who attended Westoe County Secondary School over 50 years ago. The South Shields school was on Iolanthe Terrace and closed down in the 1980s. It had a fearsome reputation amongst schools in the town.
MJ: You could walk past the outdoor toilets, get nabbed and have your head stuffed down the bog with the chain flushed. Plumes of smoke rose from the roofless toilets – I made a Prefect report on the smokers. I knew if I did, they’d kick my head in.
New boys could be thrown over the 6ft wall into the girls school next door. They were unable to climb back over as the girls would de-bag (pull trousers down) them and threaten them with used sanitary products.
Our most dreaded teacher had a bald head onto which he applied some strange lotion that left him wafting carpet cleaner as he went by. Pupils hidden at a distance would shout his nickname whenever he went by in the playground and he’d produce a little note book and jot in it pretending that he knew the culprit to be dealt with later.
He was once seen kneeling in front of his desk as if it were a sacred shrine. He told the kids he had his hair pulled out in a Japanese prisoner of war camp during the second world war. Other teachers told us to ignore him.
IT: There was obvious staff room conflict regarding his sadistic attitude to the kids and over use of the cane. I recall our English teacher deriding him to us a few times. I remember teachers rowing with him in the dinner hall on a couple of occasions.
MJ: We had an equally dread teacher, when you went into his classroom you’d stay absolutely silent throughout. Although sober he was like an inebriated Oliver Reed on a live chat show, you were on edge from the start fearing his unpredictable behaviour as he’d make it clear from the start, behave or he’d ‘crease you’ or ‘ruddy do you’.
IT: He was a terrifying man, well built with little patience, and there’d be a sudden burst of anger to any pupil he perceived to be play acting – as if anyone would dare – or gave the wrong answer during the lesson.
He kicked my desk on one occasion and it lifted a couple of feet in the air. I was terrified when he started walking towards me and feared he would lay into me.
MJ: Then there was another teacher who’d top up his earnings as a taxi driver. After handing out maths books he’d write out 10 sums on the board complete with answers and get us to copy them out then tell us to do the next 10 on our own.
We couldn’t do any to save our life so when we handed our books in for marking he’d mark the first 10 as correct and the other 10 with a cross. If you dared go to his desk and ask for help in doing one of the remaining sums he’d look up from his newspaper and say ‘Go away – you’re barmy.’
IT: I don’t remember him ever smiling. He was a humourless man. Seemed to me to be just waiting for retirement.
MJ: We only ever went on one school trip early one Saturday morning, a coach trip to Fountains Abbey. From the moment we left we were rowdy and when someone threw a shoe out the window after 20 minutes the teacher had the coach turn round and that was that.
Whenever rumours went round in an afternoon that nearby school Ocean Road were coming round at home time to scrap with us we’d break legs off wooden chairs in preparation but they never once turned up. The teachers never understood why in the morning they’d find all the chairs broken.
We once got involved in an inter-schools quiz – a posh lot turned up as challengers. We thought we’d have no chance but they weren’t all that hot and somehow we had equal scores right up to the last and potential winning question.
‘What sport is played at St Andrews?’ An arm shot up from one of ours. ‘Football’. ‘Incorrect’ came back the answer, they answered ‘Golf’.
We didn’t know about golf at St Andrews only that Birmingham City’s ground was another St Andrews. We wanted our hands on the winners but they received a hurried escort out the building.
IT: The fact that there are no Westoe School class photos spoke of the low value attached to schooling and futures of those in the lower education system. I reckon there must have been a Caning League mentality amongst some of the staff and a culture in which status was earned based on flair or disciplinary prowess. Maybe some had a City & Guilds qualification in caning. Perhaps the staff room walls were plastered with framed certificates.
MJ: When the school closed down I wonder if they left all their canes behind in a cupboard?
A post on this site back in December 2019 featured memories of Billy Roberts, known locally as Billy Meths (link below). They were written by a 63 year old South Shields resident operating under the pseudonym Tinwhistler.
Recently he got in touch about another well known character from the town somebody who could be in the Guinness book of records.
79 year old Vernon Gray lives in Washington, Tyne & Wear and for four days a week works as a barber at Westoe Bridges in South Shields.
Vernon Gray in his barber shop, South Shields.
‘According to research on the Internet I’m the joint longest surviving barber in the UK! The other fella is 3 years my junior so I’m at least the longest surviving senior barber in the land!’
‘I left school at 15 year old and started as an apprentice way back in 1961. My mother was a hairdresser so that gave me the motivation. I learnt my trade at Melvins on Dean Road, South Shields. Neighbouring businesses were Quigleys, Robertsons who were both fruit and veg and Tissemans the watchmakers and jewellers.’
‘I was at Melvins for a year and a half and then did about a year with Norman Craig at my current Westoe Bridges address. Then went on to do a further two years or so with Ross Neal who had two shops – one at Gaskell Avenue and the other at Whiteleas Way. When Norman Craig retired, he offered me first refusal on the Westoe Bridges business. That was in November 1968’.
‘My favourite part of being a barber is meeting and chatting to customers and members of the public. The hardest part is often having to stand for up to 4 hours per shift without a break. If yer wondering, it’s my sister who cuts my hair!’
Having a bad start to the day or dealing with some awkward customers has brought challenging moments, Verne remembers a couple of incidents.
‘I recall a situation during a Christmas period, the last customer of the day. ‘What are we having?’ I asked. ‘You tell me’ he replied. ‘It doesn’t work like that’ I stated. His reply was that he didn’t like my attitude. I then removed my gown and told him to fuck off! ‘You’re losing money’ was his response and he left the shop’.
‘On tidying up I noticed he’d left an XXL sweater behind, so, hoping he’d return for it I held onto it. I would have asked for a description of it so as to confirm ownership. He never returned but I had a response prepared to say that it wasn’t an XXL but an FB – Fat Bastard.’
‘One morning I turned up possibly not quite alert. I opened the shop up and when I went over to the chair, I suddenly kicked a brick on the floor. ‘That’s funny’ I thought, ‘I don’t remember putting that there.’ Turns out some likely pissed lout had thrown it though the shop window during the night and I hadn’t noticed the massive hole in the window.’
One customer of Verne’s didn’t want a haircut he requested a singing barber.
‘That would be when local town celeb and friend Wavis O’Shave had a non-musical troupe called The Borestiffers. He talked me into being recorded singing ‘Obladi Oblada’ in the shop after hours. Under his instruction I played the scissors, clippers and hair drier. He put it on a cassette album!’
‘Wavis would call me ‘Sweeney’ for fun and when I once went to Malta I saw a barbers there actually called ‘Sweeneys’ which I found amusing.’
The scorching heat during summer 1976 brought some unwanted guests to the shop.
‘Three whopping great rats had come out of Hornsby’s bike shop garage next door to my shop. They hid under a parked car so I’m told and then trooped into my packed out shop which emptied in a second. Two blokes tried to hit them with rolled up newspapers and I came out armed with scissors and a trimmer. I saw two fellas who I knew sitting on the nearby wall and asked if they’d sent them in!’
Verne talked about today’s barbers and his plans for the future.
‘Modern day barbers have their place and seem to suit people. I’m not interested in offering advice to them as this is a totally different era. For me, I never thought of quitting. The job suits my personality.’
If ya like ya lists these make for interesting reading. There’s been a new welcome addition to the back office stats from owners WordPress. Previously they’ve counted views from each country with the total to date 422,000.
Now they have drilled down further and added the number of views from what regions and cities where the posts are being read. These are from start date February 2017 – March 2025.
Top 10 countries >>>
UK
USA
Australia
Canada
Spain
Germany
Ireland
France
Netherlands
Italy
This list includes countries with ex pats who I think will add views from countries like Australia and Canada. European countries Germany, Spain, Italy, France etc might include followers of the New Wave Of British Heavy Metal – I’ve added many posts including North East bands Fist, Raven, Tygers of Pan Tang etc.
Top 10 regions >>>
England, UK
Scotland, UK
Virginia, USA
Wales, UK
California, USA
Northern Ireland
Dublin, Ireland
Limburg, Belgium
Texas, USA
Ontario, Canada
This list is harder to summarise – USA regions Virginia, California and Texas in the top ten are a surprise. I have added a few posts with musicians based in America so maybe that’s it really. I can speculate as much as I like about why people are attracted to the site but honestly, I’m just very grateful that people enjoy reading it.
Top 10 cities >>>
North Shields, England
London, England
Newcastle upon Tyne, England
Manchester, England
Edinburgh, Scotland
Washington, USA
New Silksworth, England
Sheffield, England
York, England
Birmingham, England
Few things popped out of that list – New Silksworth is only a small suburb of the city of Sunderland so a big shout out to the Silks whoever you are! Washington, the capital of America, is not to be confused with Washington near Sunderland because when I checked on the list the stars and stripes are next to the name.
Outside the top 10 the next most international cities viewed are Menlo Park in California, USA, Maasmechelen in Belgium, then Lincoln in Nebraska, USA, next is the Australian city of Perth and then Dallas in Texas, USA.
Big thanks to all the readers it’s much appreciated that you check in to the site from wherever in the world you are. New posts have slowed up lately so why not do a quick search on the archive to see who or what is there – you might be surprised – and why not pass the link on to a friend.
If you’ve got a story to add why not get in touch.
Since starting in February 2017 hundreds of stories have been posted on this site. The last few months has seen a mix from the navy, radio, folk singers and a magician. Here’s a taste.
First up is Tyneside comedian & magician Robert Reed…
‘Being an outcast gave me more time to focus on myself, to perfect my act. I’m glad I never fitted in at school, cos this has worked out well for me in the long run’.
‘A person to take me under his wing was a teacher called Mr Obee at St Joseph’s. Every break time we would talk about magic and jokes, he would loan me magic books, then he would show me a different trick each time which I would perform for the other kids’.
‘His motto was ‘work hard and be nice’ which I’ve always followed. It was helpful propaganda about putting the hard work in. He told me that every hour you aren’t working on your dream someone else out there is’.
‘I stopped sleeping 8 hours a day and cut it to 6 so I could get extra hours at work. It became all about maximising the time I could work it out. I became obsessed with it, it’s the most important thing in my life – I want to be entertaining people’.
Northumberland Radio presenter Keith Newman talked about his passion for music…
‘The show not only gives me the chance to play the music I love but to meet my heroes. The one that got me really nervous was with Marky Ramone. I first saw the Ramones in 1980 at Newcastle City Hall and bought the t-shirt from the gig which I never took off’.
‘Next day I was going to a corner shop to get me ma’s tabs – yep we could in those days – and I could see a coach outside. As I got near it pulled away. I went in the shop and the assistant said ‘eeh see those lads on your t-shirt – they’ve just been in here. They were Americans asking for milk and cookies’. I couldn’t believe it I ran outside but the coach was away up the street’.
‘For years I wondered if it really was them so when I talked to Marky I asked him about it and he told me Johnny Ramone had OCD and after every gig he had to have milk and cookies’.
Another story came from Tyneside based Karen Taylor who remembers her time in the Royal Navy…
’The Falklands war was on when I was based at HMS Vernon in Portsmouth in 1982. I remember when the first ship was hit on 4th May. We were in a disco and everybody was up dancing when the music suddenly stopped and an announcement was made’.
‘I knew one of the chef’s whose ship was one of the first hit and sunk. He told me afterwards they were getting in the lifeboat and someone shouted ‘that’s typical, it was a really good scran tonight’. The Navy use humour to get out of any situation’.
‘The fact of not knowing who was alive or dead brought on a lot of mental health problems after that war. It must have been really scary what they went through’.
This from Wearside folk song collector Eileen Richardson…
‘The first song I found was The Old Wife’s Lament to the Keel Men of the Wear and it was all around historical events about the keel men and it was written in dialect. That set me on the road to researching the history that went with the song’.
‘There a lot of songs about death and tragedy, mining disasters and shipwrecks but there are songs that tell light hearted stories. The Durham Militia pokes fun at things, it’s like the 1800s version of Dad’s Army, with lyrics like ‘You’ll march away like heroes – just to make the lasses stare’ and suggesting that the only battles they will fight will be in the pub’.
Tyneside songwriter Rosie Anderson dropped in to tell a few stories. Here’s one…
‘I can’t just decide to sit down and write a song – some people do and I applaud them for the discipline but I have to wait until they come’.
‘When I was a kid I lived at Chapel House Estate in the west end of Newcastle. One night me, my mother and a friend went for a walk. This woman came out of her house in her dressing gown, she wasn’t in control of herself, didn’t know what time or day it was. I had never seen that behaviour in an adult before. Now I believe she was having a nervous breakdown’.
‘That always stayed in my head and another one was about 30 years ago I went on a blind date in Newcastle with this very nice bloke. He said I need to tell you something before we go any further… ‘When I was working in Canada I had a nervous breakdown in the car park of a Burger King’. It was hard to concentrate on anything else after that’.
‘But I remembered those incidents and those people are lodged in my heart for their own traumas. They gave me the song’.
Tyneside storyteller & folk singer Tony Wilson talked being a professional musician and how far it’s taken him…
‘Around 2009 I got an email. The message was ‘would you like to tell stories in Argentina?’ I wasn’t sure it was kosher at first but I received a phone call a few weeks later confirming it was. I was given contacts of previous storytellers who recommended it’.
‘Me and my wife went out and ended up over the years going to about 15 countries for six weeks at a time. They were international schools where the kids had already learnt English but mostly from American cartoon shows and they wanted them to hear colloquial language, more English. With my accent, I knew I would have to speak a bit slower – and there’s nothing worse than a posh Geordie!’
‘To accompany the lessons it was helpful to use British sign language or borrow a guitar. I always took a banjo with me as it was such a different instrument for them to hear. Once the banjo was broken en-route but we found the only banjo repairman in Bogota in Colombia’.
‘We’ve been to Uruguay, China, South Korea, all over – loved it. Sometimes I look back and think how did that happen – you’ve got to seize every opportunity’.
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