Lacquer

My passenger was a young lass of about eighteen and she looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Where too I asked "Dalton” she replied and so off we went, as we got close to Dalton I asked her whereabouts she would like to be dropped at. “The lacquer knacker” she said “never heard of that “I said it’s a pub she said, I still never had a clue and so she said “The golden ball” and then the penny dropped. That was the first time I have ever heard it called that, must be a local Dalton thing.