Greenough Street

a went miners wi derik marshul normun ashust an clif ayum. rintintin wuz on an marshal bawd owt wot tin did rintintin do it in bur e sed a swer werd. wumun wit lite clod us owt. sed rins yer mowths owt wi sope ye rinc tale munkis.

Cant wait for what you and Kenneth come up with Steven. You both sound like a barrel of laughs.

Although I don't approve of Ken Shakespeare's sentiments in condemning Bu Sandside's efforts at poetry I did find his article quite interesting. He borrowed and plagiarised lines from William Shakespeare's work quite cleverly. He used lines from the plays Julius Caesar, Macbeth, Hamlet and Macbeth once again.He then concluded with Henry V. Quite clever.

Walter may I suggest that if you don't like Bu Sandisde's poetry you don't read it. Forgive me if I seem flippant but I'm sure we all would embrace a democratic site. I can appreciate your concern, no offence meant to Mr. Bu but his poetry isn't exactly my cup of tea either. I'm partial to the romantics like Byron and Shelley and even a little modern poetry like John Cooper Clark. I like to read Bu Sandside's comments but if it looks like poetry I will move to the next item. I suggest that you could cope this way without discouraging Mr. Bu. I think we all agree, the more and varied contributors the better.

Ill take that as a no then fats.

I'm pleading with you - Canada Degs..Stan Arkwright..Sol Reed stop him pleaase - I can't take it any more... Bloo.. K.Byrne..Yatesy I'm baging my head in the wall....thumping the ground ... no more..I can't take it..stop Boo's poetry ...STOP! STIOP! STOP!

Make sure you do it in Mexico Braz theirs enough strain on the health service as it is.

Buenos dais amigos. Saluda El Boo Boo. You are good trier no. You never never geev up. You must be Edee El Eagle in deesguise – no? White Xmas veree funee – no? Ho ho , hee hee. I keel myself.

Thanks for your support White Xmas.Here is another one for your mother in law and Kenneth. At the end of the week on each Friday neet wid all go to pictures for a ten penny treat.There were lots to choose from, about six or seven. Centre of town was a picture house heaven.Wid pay seven pence for t ticket and make our way in.Woman wit torch would say"Less of thi din"At the Pav. was an organ with a mon playin tunes.Fust there d be adverts and whats coming soon followed wit news and a Disney cartoon.After that little picture would flick on t screen.We loved the Three Stooges before our ice cream.Next onto big picture that would last rest ot neet.Wid sit there all silent ont edge of our seat. And tha knows it were different cos very last thing.Wid all stand to attention for God Save The King.

Did you go to grammer school as well Kenneth.

Now stop you lot. Stop having a go at poor Boo Boo. I owe his poetry a debt of gratitude. My mother-in-law visited our house three weeks ago. I read her some of Boo Boo's poetry - she left immediately and I haven't seen or heard from her since. Good on you Boo Boo.

The Trial of Bu Sandside by Ken Shakespeare (Bu Sandside is charged with serially unleashing appalling attempts at poetry on this site). Friends, Grenough Streeters, countrymen, lend me your shell likes; I come to try Bu Sanside, not to praise him. The appalling attempts at poetry that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Bu Sandide. THE EVIDENCE: Is this evidence which I see before me, The appalling prose? Come, let me read thee: I reed thee not, thou art too bad. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger in the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from a heat-oppressed brain? To condemn or not to condemn that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous attempts at poetry, Or to indict Bu Sandside’s appalling narrative. Alas good poetry I knew thee well. CONCLUSION:, To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this foul descriptive from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; Unless we stop it. Out, out foul ramblings.! Bu Sandside is but a walking shadow, a poor author, That struts and frets his hour upon this site, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. VERDICT: This royal throne of Greenough Streeters, This site of majesty, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This happy breed of folk in this little world, This precious blog set in a silver site, Must it be besmirched by this drivel.. No. Bu Sandisde is guilty as charged. SENTENCE: Bu Sanside foul narrative is Sine Die. (Ken Shakespeare: Exit stage left).

wi wuz robin apos frum botum o pike st me tabuk an jon wud. bobis gor us an wen a go wom mi mam bat mi eers. a sed a wuz onest mam me an wudy sed oo we wuz. tabuk sed e wuz clif ayum.

Actually Bu Sandside Dan Dare was a cartoon character in the Eagle Comic. I was a member of the Eagle Club and the Dan Dare club. My mother bought me a Dan Dare ray gun from a toy shop in the Little Arcade when I was a small boy. My father sat on the gun and broke it. My mother took it back to the shop saying that it had simply fallen apart. I contradicted her saying that my father had sat on the gun. My mother didn't give up easily and obtained a replacement but I received a good hiding after we left the shop.

Topper was my fav it was bigger,n, the rest

Along with the Knockout, Wizard, Dan Dare and Stan Arkwright they are my favourite comics.

Hee hee hee.

Very droll Bloo and I had hopes of you challenging Prof Critchley academically. As for you Boo I see you've been at the Dandy & Beano again!

Looks sound as a pound to me Cliff.

Boo! I just put Breyd on my passport, bit of spare land kids played on, sounds Irish, lots of Irish came over to,Wigan, England, Great Britain, United kingdom. during the potato famine. settled on a breyd up Scholes, built a church, St Pats Then they bred an bred an bred ,History is we we got, without history we are nothin. So There!!!

In the quaint old town of wigan things are not quite reet There was chaos in the chippies and panic in the streets.All the pie shops were deserted and all the pubs shut down because there was a rumour that Satan was in town.Yes the devil had come to Wigan and the town was gripped by fear .He was last seen down.. Wallgate walking to the pier. Wigan was a ghost town espescially after dark.They say it was Gods punishment for selling Central Park. But to everyones amazement just outside the market place Joe Rigby who lived in Aspull met the devil face to face.Satan said dont you know me Im the guy you all fear. Joe said.Are you kiddin.Ive been married to your sister for the past twenty year.

Howdy Stan. Are we back on latin again.Adios muchachios.

I recall in my earliest childhood memories my great grandfather, an undertaker from Scholes, leading the procession down Greenough Street in his top hat and tails.

wi wuz mesin abowt i garijis neer wely scoo wen duki ros pord in a garij. Wik aftr i sed ont garij reward fer telin oo pord i garij. a noo i wuz duky bur a sed nowt.

Hey you wanna know how I get my leetle neenya to go to bed. I threaten to read her Boo BOO's poetry. Hee Hee.

Mr Critchley breyd as you say is also a shelf and in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries Breyd was also a popular name the Irish gave to girls but no reference to land can be found.

a wer gooin up trak bi primros il to mink cort wi denis smif wen a mon drops batri un asids al or flooer. denis sed lets get led.an get sumut forit at caldurbanks he wuz a gamur mon thun me picin up yon led.

Yes Mr. Bu Sandside I take your point. But this does not explain why a piece of unused land is termed a "breyd". There are many old terms that have fallen out of the Wigan dialect. My mother told me a story about her uncle who had witnessed an aguement amongst two men. He reported that one of the men was "ossin to hit him with his neive", which I understand means "offering to hit him with his fist".

Breyd is of Irish origin and breyd fleck was an old lancashire supper dish which I belive was home made oat cakes.

Cliff H. If I remember well. Lou Dunn was a small dark haired girl and had an older brother Joe. Not to be confused with Joe Dunn from Platt Lane AKA Porky. Porky had brothers Brian "Budgy" Dunn and Terry who I think played scrum half for Blackpool Borough. He also had a sister Margaret.

Done all them Curlies older wiser brother and been to the pleasure beach as well.Coney Island i mean not Blackpool.

B. Cherry and Veronica above referred to the origins of the word Breyd. It has been used again by Curly’s older wiser brother. I have yet to track down the origins. It does sound vaguely Irish. It would not be unusual of course since many Irish immigrants settled in Wigan at the turn of the 20th century. I myself was born in a part of Wigan where Irish surnames were common. Breyd in the community where I was born was used to describe any large piece of unused land and tended to be an area where children played or locals walked their dogs. In 1850 Tim Robbin described the word as a “shelf” in his South Lancashire Glossary. Elsewhere, in old English , for example, the word is used to mean bread. Old forms of language are not necessarily my forte but are none the less interesting. Perhaps Cliff H. who appears to be a student of Wigan’s history can throw light on the subject.

Listen Boo Boo Cisco Del Boy yous bin a no rater yeah. Been there, done it, got the T-shirt and the underkecks. SF Cisco, Monterey festival, Jack Keruac, Big Sur. Met the Man with No Name in Carmel. Had a drink with him in his Hogs Breath pub. But I still like to know where Sam Bass gets his bread. As my pal Jack K. might have said,: when you’ve been there, seen it, done and wrote the book – you can talk. Until then pal – shut it.

Here is one for Stan Arkwright.He might be able to make head or tail of it. It goes as follows. Owd Tom went watchin Wigan once.An at half time he went to t"bog.Ant mon stood it trap next to him peed in owd Toms clog..Tom said Thas just peed in mi clog through squirtin north to seawth.The chap gawpt at Tom an said why didnt oppen thi mouth.

Hello Curlies older wiser brother.Does that mean he doesnt work as well.No California for you two then.

Just put Wigan Lancashire England. You cant go wrong.

You cheeky dip stick Del Boy. Have you know I work from dusk till dawn. Don't like the sunlight much. I'll get our Curly to sort you out. He's got a mean left hook - and a cute angina.

readin back through the previous posts, Louisa Dunn, I think I remember you, did you work at one time in Upper Dicconson street ? If you did I know ya.

Hello Curlies older wiser brother.Try working.

Tell you wot you Gs Sam Bass gets about a bit. One minute he's fishing on Lake Noosa, Queensland. Then he's being resuscitated in a nursing home in Southport and finally he's gun slinging in Lone Pines California. Wot I want to know is where he gets his money from!

Interesting to see the cisco kid lives at lone pines.Ive not long since visited Lone Pines California in the good old U.S.of A. Full of cowboys.A bit like Wigan market place. Met a John Wayne lookalike who said his real name was Sam Bass.Challenged me to a shoot out with paint balls.Seeing that his bandy legs gave him a distinct advantage because he didnt have as far way down to draw and I didnt think the colour of his balls went with my stetson i hightailed it out of there on my Harley.Couldnt get Silver through the customs.Could this be the elusive Sam Bass all Greenough St is looking for.

Breaking News. Hot from the press. Canada Degs agent reports he is safe and well and intends forming yet another new band. Having spotted a gap in the market the aging Wigan rocker is to set up a skiffle group named Degsi and the Midlife Gummers. It was to have been Bobby Sox and the Box Dodgers but sounded too rock-a-billy. The line up is proposed to be Degs guitar, Red Sales on Washboard. Kath B’s vocals not being up to scratch will be replaced by Cliff H. dressed in drag to add a female touch. Degs’ agent insists Sam Bass has been located in an old folks home in Southport and provided the money is right can be persuaded to come out of rigour mortis. Sam will play tea chest base. Cliff previously thought lost was rescued from a clinic recovering from ODing on jelly babies. Red Sales was also rescued after injuring a neck ligament attempting to sniff a line of sherbet at the same orgy. The band plans to be in the recording studio by June (this is really a tape recorder in Cliff H’s bedroom). Nevertheless, the inaugural tour will begin in July at Whelley Labour Club timed to coincide with the release of their first single Bloo Moon Rising a plagiarism of the Clearwater number, backed by Dead End Street a tribute to Windsor Street. The tour will climax at the King Billy. Police are warned to shut down local old folks homes to avoid rioting fans. Ex Beat Boy George Fame is to make a guest appearance with the band providing his organ is still functioning. Keith Richard was due to take a bow but is currently in shock after being mistakenly caged in Whipsnades Reptile house during stock taking. Watch this space!

Good supply of pills Braz but they dont seem to be workin.

Hey Boo Boo. Keep taking zee tablets OK. hee hee!

Hi Boo Boo. Don't give up the day job owd lad.

Lay off Boo Boo White Xmas the guys a star.

Try this one Sol/ Here is a warning to all you men.Dont end up like uncle Ted.He never went to church on Sunday He went to the ale house instead.Every Sunday without fail you could always find uncle Ted walking along the cut bank after one or two pints in t Bucks Head.But one Sunday as he came out of the pub he was in for shocks. He met the vicar from the local church on t canal bank near Dover Locks.The vicar was a giant at six foot four.Uncle Ted was two feet shorter.The vicar grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and ducked him head first in the water.He ducked him a couple of times.Uncle Ted was soaking wet.Each time the vicar held him down and said .Have you seen Jesus yet.Afer going down for the umpteenth time Ted thought the end was near.He said to the vicer .Are you sure he fell in here.

Hi there fettlers (Fezzers & Wazzers inc.). Things seemed to have slowed. Old Cliff H. has disappeared into the wilds of Queensland in search of the Bass phenomena reportedly seeing him fishing on Lake Noosa but is this just the ramblings of poor lost adventurer with too little water and too much sun? Rumour has it that BBC 2 promised to sponsor the search if a live Sam Bass could be caught on film. Sadly Cliff H. is probably holed up in some remote Billabong afraid to face the shame of his failure. Likewise, Canada Degs, is still on the missing list. Has he disappeared up the Klondike? Does this explain the disappearance of Kath B? Is she shacked up with Canada in some remote log cabin, Eskimo Nell style? Meanwhile, Braz Munkee has moved from El Paso to Tucumcari without comment from Professor Critchley. Professor Critchley has surprisingly been out archaeologed by Cliff H over Cocium. Red Sales has caused an international incident rubbishing the natives, not of Australia but Ince and Platt Bridge. The Lone Ranger is having problems reading Stan Arkwright! Another new challenger for Bloo Moons poetry award has been posted by newcomer Formerly Fat Walter. Boo Boo Sandside having got over his diatribe against latin speaking grammar school boys is venting his fury on Scowsers. Latest news is Professor Critchley has applied for an archaeological license to dig up Greenough St in search of Cliff H’s greatgranfathers GT Zimmer Frame and to bury Boo Boo’s poetry. Keep posting all you Gs.

Yes. I read Boo Boo's stuff all the time - just to get to sleep - zzzzzzzzz. But where is the fabled Bloo Moon. He throws out a challenge then chickens out - cluck, cluck Bloo Moon.

Dreary guff white xmas.Cant you see Boo Boo is trying to educate you.Which is hard work with you Billingers.