Greenough Street

Nice one Yatesy but iff you dont be careful I'll be back with more.At the moment I'm busy driving round the Lakes in my Jag. breaking up formations of Mercs and Beamers.A bit like my old man used to do over Kent in 1940 only he was allowed to pulverize them and I'm not.Happy days.

I heard Boo read his poetry to his neighbours and they all replied "Baaah".

I know petrols gone up Fats but their's no need to go that far.

me an duky wuz i bowtun street wen sum wimin wer aftur a mon. thi wer gooin linch im frum gas lite wen a mon stopd um. wimin sed e wuz slashr bur e wunt an mon run of. e wer friknd stif.

Nowt wrong with the Star man. It's just as soft and absorbent as the Sun. Peace brother.

Curlies Unwiser brother how wrong can you be I read the Daily Star you plonker.

Hi Boo. I must congratulate you owd chap for resisting the urge to write any more of your “poetry”, well done! That’s right leave it to the experts. You know you criticise Stevey and Ken Shakespeare saying they are boring. Think again Boo. Now, our Bernard is a clever chap, went to Grammar School as you know. He says everything is just a message to and from your brain. So when these clever chaps like Bernie, Stevey and Ken receive and send messages they send intelligent ones. Me and thee of course are just not like that. We read the Sun, nowt wrong with that, take whippets for t’walk, fettle ferrets, pobble pigeons, all that. So lets get on with it and enjoy what the clever chaps have to say. I’m proud to be a proper Wiganer and you are probably proud to be a semi-skilled Wiganer cum Cumbrian Sausage. Great stuff!

Only the lonely ..dum dum dum diddy do wha..Hi there man. Saw em down the Cavern pre-fame days. Man that bass - it blasted man. Old jaz club - Merseysippi Jaz Band et al. Beatles came on in the interval - really rocked - what a down beat sound man - if you weren't there you don't know it. Old but knew if you know what I mean - Some other guy now - taken my love away from me, Some other guy now..

eyup!? whats happenin here, order of play has gone to pot. Lets go on strike till its repaired.

hey up cliff...yer remember the stones at the ritz,also saw them 12 months earlier at the emp on a monday night ,,got to admit charlie an inez fox who closed the 1st half of the show were brilliant,even go so far as to say,they stole the show,and thats from a Stones fanatic,,,Was at the beatles concert as well,four rows from the front,,got pellted with jelly babies when the fab four came on,,,again one act that stands out on that bill,was Sounds Incorporated,,who did a lot of the backing for other acts plus there own spot in fact I still have the programme for the show,,,,

Yeah man. Blue, blue, blue suede shoes - you can do anything but lay off my blue suede shoes. I remember bopping with Hilda at Lewis's to Elvis, Gene Vincent, Eddie and the rest. God I loved that woman. I got a woman mean as she can be.....

Hi Steve. That wasn't Spring Heeled Jack at the turn of the century. It was either Boo Sandside prcticing his hurdling technique or Bloo's grandad on his GT Zimmer Frame.

Polly Anna I haven't received your postcard yet. I thought when we spoke in the Bellingham Hotel you were going to write. I suppose you're a bit overcome by Paris. You must be in Berlin now. Anyway keep me posted because I've mislaid your email address.

ur right he is a one but what if you had 4 pines growin in your garden and none of them are married you have 4 lone pines so there steven!!

you are a one Steven.

Actually Lone Pines is a misnomer, because it is plural. If the Pine was alone then it would be Lone Pine. Also, Spring Heeled Jack was an urban legend of the 1800s, an apparition that terrorised people in London. However, he was also reported as being seen in the Everton district of Liverpool in the early 1900s.

Think I know the bloke Stan was on about. He went over the fence around Central Park like Spring Heel Jack when the coppers chased him but they caught him eventually.

Whitehaven gave Wigan a bit of match practice the other day what more do you want blood.

Or perhaps Boo Boo - no, I must admit it's a bit too good the Cumbrian Sausage.

Nah then, FFW , I cant spell philosopher, OK ok ok, I missed a word out of my ode, thats what happens when in Hic! drink soaks ur brain and releases the genius in you, so there! Anyroad it wasnt my poem it was written on the wall in Wetherspoons gents bog. Wordsworth must have called in for a pint.

Thanks for that Cisco man. Your joke has the same sort mould on it as Boo's poetry. Has Bloo become a philospher in his old age or has his brain just gone soft? Peace man!

Buenos dias Fat Walter.In answer to your questions.The real Lone Pines is located in California and well worth a visit iff you like cowboy pictures.A well used location for Hollywood film makers.My hacienda is named after it.Pancho was last seen there in the company of the elusive Sam Bass a well known gun slinger who you may have heard of.Sam was recently booked for an accident at a road junction.When asked by the plod why he had not seen the arrows,he replied I didnt even see the indians.Good luck with the house hunting by the way.Adios amigo.

Have a chat with Mona she will put you on the right track Bloo.

'There,s nothin quite ,drinking this side of the grave it keeps the unhappy from thinking and e,n the valliant more brave' Hows bout that then!

Are you serious Stan.

pijuns wuz beein nikd frum pens down bit dugy. Bobis cum an wi towd um tayl. Thi got theef i wer a yung lad frum grate aker ont run frum bostal. i wer livin ruf an eytin pijuns.

I remember 1963. The worst winter for a long time. Extremely cold for weeks on end. Many in the Greenough St area passed on that winter. We ran out of coffins. But business was very brisk.

Things are bucking up at the JJB .Must have read Lones effort on Ken Gee.A finer match I never have seen.Warriors 36 Wolves 14. Sorry Mona I am trying. Very trying.Now where was I.Ah yes .I wandered lonely as a cloud zzzzzzz.

I remember seein the Rolling Stones there the only thing I remember about the show was the supporting act Inez and Charlie Fox singin Mockinbird, one of my fav songs ever since, I,m guessin 1963.

Iremember the Beetles playing at the Ritz in 1965.

yeah I saw him too, the year ? maybe 1964. any ideas ??

Yeah Fats. I saw him. Was in the off license in Scholes too when he bought 3 bottles of Johny Walkers.

Does anybody remember Bluesville in the old Scholes cinema. I saw John Lee Hooker there - far out man.

No! cant be good polly, I keep tryin. catchya in the Millstone Inn next time ur in these parts. behave !!

Hi Cliffy. I am currently corresponding from a Paris web café. I see that rigour mortis hasn’t affected your off beat sense of humor. We homely Dixielanders take a little time to catch up with the acerbic humor of you Brits. We intend to fly back to the US from Manchester . On our return to England we will visit my husbands kin in Bolton, so I reckon we can visit Wigan once again. Let me know the bars you frequent these days if not the Bellingham Hotel. Not too far from Greenough Street I hope. There is a chance that we might meet you. Be good now.

Hi Polly, nice to hear from u again, its a nice name polly, I have a cousin polly, Polly styrene, she lives up by the Bellingham, an like all cousins keeps callin round askin me if I had some polifilla I can spare.Shes a nice girl, she,s had a bad time of late she lost her husband, I know shame,in Superstore Rip off Tesco an oh yes she found him in the Booze aisle, as I mentioned .Hope your Bloo moon shines on you.

Howdy Cisco. I'm looking for a new house. Lone Pines sounds a great place to be but can't find it on the map. Is it the new stuff being built behind the King Billy? By the way - where is Pancho these days?

Hi Cliffy. Really great to hear from you though somewhat surprising. I understood from reading this site that you worked in a Bar - the Bellingham Hotel. We had lunch at the Bellingham and I enquired of you. I understood you were no longer with us. Though the lunch was delicious the bad news somewhat spoiled my appetite. Great news.

Family history search.Is that what you call it these days Cliff.

Well bless my soul, our Polly Anna,s back, great to hear from you, now dont you stay away too long again y,hear, so came to visit us an never said a word shame on you, we could have helped you with you family history search and introduced you to the best watering holes (pubs) aww, u should have said, silly girl, keep intouch with us keep postin on here, great to see you back, Tc, from the Greenough st desperados.

Hi y'all, nice to be back. Visited Wigan a while ago and had the privilege of seeing Greenough Street. Not much to see really but I guess everything has changed from the old days when there was a thriving community. Anyway it was good to see the home town of my ancestors.

Being a cockney I was struggling a bit wiv you Stan but im beginning to get the hang of the trasalation so keep the good work up.

went clari wi duky ros an wikiter. towd um mam sed donet gu clari ful o rats yul ge septic. duky wuz gerin bulrushis fer arers bur e fel in. e at wark wom bowt clooers i wikiters plastic mac. i wer a laf.

Buenos Dais Hombre. You gotta lot of hard bark on you Boo.

Pemberton home of Mona who walks the quiet streets at night chanting Wordsworths Daffodils to herself to the consternation of her neighbours who are getting quite worried about her.Also home of Pemberton Rovers, Triangle Valve Ken Gee and the notorious bottle neck which before the traffic lights was scourge to Wigan motorists. .Ken Gee that giant of a man who did a turn down the pit in the morning and played for Wigan in the afternoon with the coal dust still on him.For years we thought Ken was a West Indian.He would eat Australians for breakfast.They still tremble in Aussie land at the mention of his name.But where are the budding Ken Gees now.God forbid that they are signing for St Helens.There must be one in this hot bed of rugby league so get yourself down to the JJB Stadium.Wigan need you desperately and who knows "Iff Wigan Rugby lasts for a thousand years this could be your finest hour.

Yeesss – actually I was unaware that Wigan could play rugby. I watched St Helens over the weekend playing an exhibition game in Cardiff against some pub team from AbeLLanStotlyn. Saints ran in nearly 60 points before turning off the gas. Trouble with watching these sort of matches you get the impression that Saints were not really trying.. Anyway what’s been happening on the Street. Boo’s miffed again, not only with Grammar boys and Latin but with Shakespeare and US travellers and in particular with the eloquent Stan Arkwright. Boo continues to regale us with his witty and colourful prose but has paid the price, having his legs pulled so often and so hard its a wonder he has any left – poor soul. Otherwise everything is pretty quiet on the Street. Over to you lads and lassies.

Professor Chritchley,Ken,Fats and Older wiser brother.I suggest I pick you up in my Time And Radical Direction In Space craft.TARDIS to you and transport you forthwith to Siberia where the professor and Ken can quote Shakespeare and polish their Latin up till they are bored silly.Fats and Curlys older wiser brother can grumble away to their hearts content and as a punishment forced to read boo boo s poetry.A Fate worse than watching Wigan play rugby.

I know when Im having my leg pulled Mona but it appears not many on this site do.Iam doubled up laughing.Thanks for the input anyway I think you are marvellous.

Hi Boo Boo don’t get downhearted, as an English Teacher I have a few words of wisdom for you. First of all you should look for any poetry classes that may be provided by the Cumbrian Education Authority. Failing that try for an English literature class. And/ or there may be a poetry society you can join in your locality. To get a feel for poetry join your local library and take out some books on general poetry containing several well known poets. Find the poets you like and then borrow or buy a book by the specific author. You need to get more rhythm in your attempts. Pick a Wordsworth poem, for example, and chant the poem to yourself over and over. This will help your sense of rhythm. Wordsworth’s “The Daffodils” is appropriate for your part of the world. You will get a better feeling for words by more reading. The classes will teach you structure. Write about something you like for inspiration. Don’t try to be too ambitious at first. I look forward to reading a good well structured poem from you in say a year’s time?

Hello Curlie Unwiser brother.Does living in Wiggin over sixty years qualify me.Get some time in.