Ah, dear old Blabber! Our Mam, if you like! A
kindly old witch who accidentally changed we fast
food into living beings. By accident of course.
These things happen, especially around Blabber.
The Witches Union took her magic licence off her,
but she still does the odd bit.
Blabber loves to talk.
My oh my, she can chat for Teesside this one!
She’s either on the phone, the Internet, or yapping away to the people of Yarm village. She’s amazing and can hold 17 conversations at once without repeating herself or losing the thread. We love Blabber!