Greenough Street

and there goes another St Georges Day, not one mention from ex members, where are Yawl? Just say Hi happy birthday George.

Degs. Twirlin Twirlin PomPoms. Thats what you used to hear. May have an explanation. Me and a cnother couple of lads from Windsor would go on the pop and finish up in Sweats. We would be acting the mick chucking badgers and popadoms about - as you do. We would go home late through Turner Vaughn or Oxford singing a song with the chorus Hurling Hurling Popadoms.

wen wi wer bowt 7 a went fishin wi norm ashust an wikiter down dugi int plants. owd cok ses thal coch nowt bu cowd. Bu wi coched won an i wernt er tidler.

Good on you Formerly Fat. At least someone can string a few words together. Better than that dreary guff from Bu Sandside. Cliff H. throws out a challenge and does nowt about it. Come on Bloo lets hear a shot from you - cowardy cowardy custard!

Dont remember much Cliff. But cant remember a Margaret Smith in Lou Dunns class only a Margaret Flemming who I think was a blond girl from somewhere like Oxford or Vaughn Street. She may have had a brother.

Waw,! that name rings a bell, Margaret flemming, where did she live ? where is she now ? anybody know ?

Micky Dalton dont remember a Margaret Smith in Lou Dunns class. do you mean Margaret Flemming.

Ok Ch. Your Poetry Contest. Cliff was sitting there in his favourite rocking chair Talking to Elvis and the wall Whilst the Old lady from Kent whose legs were terribly bent Was tipping coal in Cliffs back yard {Refrain} Get on you bike, you idle beggar, get on your bike Tell the King of Rock he can take a hike You can help her deliver coal this morning Deliver coal by the sack Deliver coal like good lad And in reward she’ll tip your nutty slack Her old pins began to sway and eventually gave away She was treated by a dodgy local quak And for his deadly sins he straightened out her pins And now she has the finest legs in town {Refrain} Now Cliff the poor old soul delivers his own coal And dreams of things that might have been Of his aching legs and the old lady’s lovely pegs And the old lass who would have taken his pain way. {Refrain}

Still in Oz, not braggin about it, only Fezzers an wazzers go to Darwin an Sidney, you do get places in between. Bloke,s I met are ok, sheala,s too. it depends where u are in Oz. anyroad up, I back home Tues, to rain an cowd. I,d stay here if I could, but I forgot to pay the window cleaner. I,ll be back here, its great. Noosa, an hour an half north of Brisbane, beautiful.

Just a few comments on Reds rant. I went to Oz a few years ago. Sydney in July. There was this thing called Wigan Piers and they had a xmas party in July. It was full, as Red may say, of Fezzers and Wazzers. Most of them had done well for themselves. One home in Sydney and another in the Blue Mountains. It was organised by an ex-mayoress of this Sydney suburb who originally came from Ince. Talk about a airs and graces. I couldn't stand this "b. rubbish" and made a bee line for the bar after the xmas dinner. I just beat a Scowser to the bar (they get where water wont). He said he was a former grease monkey who played drums at Morris Street club and married a Wigan girl. The ale was supposed to be English but was cr..Otherwise I had a long chat with David Bolton who after Billy B. was my favourite player. Two Fezzers where banned for apparently "mooning" at the last do. I never met em but believe one of the names was Woosey.

Howdy Red.No wonder the Aussies are so mean.So would you be iff you lived on a strip of land with a desert on one side and great whites on the other.

Im warmin to you Red Sales.Couldnt agree more.Ken Gee and Brian Mctigue would have knocked spots off em.

Im warming to you Red Sales couldnt agree more.

GB rugby players - where - today nowt but jessies. Where are you Wiganers now - give em all away. All lazy has been Ozies and New Zealanders - all bllacks - all b. rubbish. Over here for an easy pay day. I recall Billy and karalius porring the Ozies oer the stands - regular. Dave Bolton and Murphy running rings round em. What have we now - b. rubbish. Mary O' Loughlin - wheres me alice band. Cyclops Senior - big as an house and couldn't bust a wet chip bag. Only dercent rugby player - little Bunny Burrows - littlest lad on field - wish he was a Wiganer.

One things certain Braz Monkee iff Yatesys missus can catch a ball she would get in the Great Britain team.

Steven, you astound me ! you not having heard the news of the finds, we are big time Roman now, no allegedly,s , fact. will be somethin on here about it, Wigan History Shop,(museum ) will have all the info.

Ah Cliff H. You have the better of me. I wasn't aware that any Roman traces had been found at all. It must have hapened at a time I wasn't living in Wigan. Do you have any more details? Such as when was the site discovered? By lower Millgate I presume you mean near the swimming baths end. The one I refer to was in the Weind area if I'm not mistaken.

I bet Mr Critchley was a bit miffed at not being on the dig in lower Millgate when the site of a Roman, bath house or Manson was discovered, showing that Wigan had more Roman activity that was first thought, it must be the reason we spoke Latin at School as the school song goes 'Oh, Wigan is a grand old town The Romans knew it well'

Hey Yatesee - which team does your wife play for - ee - hee.

Ive lived in Wigan all my life but the last guys dialect has got me beat.

a wuz jus thinkin fyoo yeer sin. pikd up wit bobis i greenuf. wurt get boouts bobi sez. bowt um urt kays i darlintun st a sed. now thaz fibn sez bobi. tha nikd um.. slapd dudcots on mi. clod mi i blak mrya spent neet i jale. sumdi cawd razbun frum ins bugd of bowt pein fer is boouts. bobis thowt i wer mee. gi mi nowt fer purn mi owt. nor a cis mi arz cup a tee nowt.

Getting Liverpool involved was a bad move.I believe only one person in fifty people who live in Liverpool knew that before it was demolished had a castle in the town centre for over five hundred years.No milage in sending them to Wigan then.The site in Liverpool is Castle Hill by the way by the Victoria monument.

With regard to Mr BU’s comments about Wigan and latin. Of course we have Mr Higham who has written about Coccium which we are perhaps somewhat unreliably informed was the Roman word for Wigan. Nonetheless Wigan was most likely a Roman settlement of some kind. During the 1970s Liverpool University had arranged for an “archaeological dig” in Millgate prior to some major building development. I had signed up as a volunteer. However, insufficient evidence of Roman occupation was found on the preliminary dig by Liverpool University people and the excavation was cancelled.

Only sometimes Cisco? I think Red talks sense most of the time he just isnt too PC. Thing is though my wifes an Ozy. She'll kill me if she reads this.

Yer know Red Sales sometimes yer talk a lot o sense.

Awstralia, awstralia - don't brag about awstralia - b. rubbish. Been there dun it. Don't want the tee shirt - b. rubbish. Darwen wots all that about - tattooed drunks under trees - might as well be in Marsh Green and thats just the wenches. Sysney - sydney who - wots all that about - cowd lager - lager b. rubbish -no proper ale. Mossies - bite yur bs off - big as birds - everthing flies and bites including the Shheelas. Oz - b. rubbish - third world country peopled by Ince Fezzers an Platt Wazzers with their brains kicked out. Only two things any good comes out of Oz - rugby players and floozies.

G,day all!! from the Sunshine State, cliff,s visitin his boy an family. I went to the Grammar,I can speak latin in Vino Veritas, so there!! Has anybody heard from our mystic Kath, I saw a girl surfin the other day on sunrise beach I,m sure it was her, I was on Lifeguard Watch. Oh! I think I saw Sam Bass fishin on the Noosa river, its the fireplace convention week here it ends on Saturday. I hope the stops for when I get home.

Hello Curlies wiser brother.Dont doctors and chemists use Latin as well.Just a thought.

Hi there fettlers. It’s been a busy period. Usual suspects popping up and a few Wild West characters also. Boo Boo Sandside seems to have abandoned his claim to “poet laureate” of Greenough St” and currently has his knickers in a twist over Latin speaking Grammar School boys. Meanwhile “Berny not Erny” Dowdall, is busy organising an old Greenough Grammar Boys shindig. Will it be held at the Sam Bass house of ill repute? Will K. Bridge do a wild version of “the dance of the seven veils” accompanied by Canada Deggs & Brass Monkeys Do Da band? Time will tell. And what of the Bass phenomena. Has the existence of the legendary Bass really been established. Claims abound from such dubious sources as Mona Spring and Cliff H. but are these merely the fantasies of publicity seeking scoundrels? Is Sam Bass the Yeti of Greenough Street? Let’s see some photographs on this site to prove the existence of the Bass phenomena once and for all. Speaking of legends, Professor Critchley, the Roy Cropper of Greenough St., who continues to beguile us with his knowledge of local social history seems to have made himself a popular contributor to the site, supported by no less luminaries as the Cisco Kid and Cliff H (aka Bloo & Bloo Moon), jumping to Stevens defence as he was threatened by that notorious cut throat Braz Munkee. Speaking of Coronation St, what has become of Cliff H. the Len Fairclough of Greenough St. Has he given up chasing the “femme fatales” of old Greenough, or old Greenough broilers which ever term you prefer, in favour of hunting his ancestors. He informs us that he doesn’t merely have a “GT” grandfather but a “GT GT” grandfather. It must have been something to see – Cliff H’s granddad, on his zimmer frame, wizzing around the block at 100 miles per hour. So will Cliff H. spend his twilight days observing the toiletry behaviour of shire horses or taking lessons in ale production from Professor Critchley? Will the snowbound Deggs finally get his band together or suffer the curse of the Brass Monkey. Will the Lone Ranger sort out his Cobblers and will Red Sales waltz off to Kentucky with Bob McKinley or take the train to dear old Blackpool with Boo Boo Sandside? Watcch this space!

Hi Lou. Clifford Higham will remember you. I recall him saying to me at school that he fancied you but he was too young and shy to tell you. I guess you were in the same class as Maralyn Roberts, Margaret Smith, John Yates, Joe Thompson, Norman Taylor, Harold Stevens, Jimmy Cheetham and Barry Holcroft. Didn't Roy Thomas live in Seed Sreeet. He sells caravans now on Bradley Hall estate. The Leadbetters also lived in Seed Street, Joyce, Ronnie, Derak and Arthur. They also went to St Georges. You won't remember me as we moved away when I was quite young. Good luck in finding old friends.

i've been reading comments about st.georges school and greenough st they certainly brought back memories i dont no if anyone remembers me i was in same class as robert occleshaw jennifer gardner ididn;t live in greenough st but i was allways round there i lived in same street as roy thomas seed street at back of hen street i went to whelley school after st georges

Hi Bu. Cliff Higham, his brother Eric, George Seddon, Ronnie Halsall all went to the Grammar School. Tony Bennet chose the Linacre. There were many more - none of them speak Latin - we leave that to the priests - but we're not daft. Aw reet.

It was Dr Garry that was in Dr, Johnsons surgery, he was brill with me when I had pleurisy He didnt have a room he just had the little cubby hole in the corner

Sorry Curly I dont recall anybody from Greenough St going to Grammer school.We had a job to speak English never mind Latin.

Calling all Grammar School form fivers or anyone who was on the cross country photo and anyone who was there at the time.Wick,Dixie etc...I'm organizing a reunion due to popular demand (see cross country photo replies) sometime in May probably Bellingham .Give me time to get cover at the stables.My head lad will sort it.Leave message on here or cross Country photo thread.

Any of you old timers remember the cobblers shop at the top of Greeny.Gordon Isherwood was the cobblers name .He was the guy who put new clog irons on when we wore em out slurring down Greenough St.He painted pictures as a hobby.He would try to sell these paintings to locals for a song so he could buy paint for his hobby.He sometimes tried to offer his paintings to local shop keepers to pay off his slate or bill as we call it now.The ones who had one of these paintings must be laughing now because this week on tele three of his small paintings sold for £2800 pounds.Crystal balls come in handy sometimes.

Saddle up boys.This Critchley guy sounds like he would make a good cowpoke.Mexico here he comes.Avante Muchachios.

Nah then Braz, no need for that, be nice, we need our visitors in here, he,s postin stuff for us to read, dont frighten young steve away, send them beans over here, dont waste em.

Leezen Meester Creechlee. You begeen to get up my nose OK. Anee more of your refried beans and I weel shove them were zee Sun doesn’t shine – and I don’t mean Manchester. Comprendee Greengo?

Oy! S, no need for that, I drink the demon as to help me pee like that stallion, one day, one day, I,ll be runnin the Grand National. So u watched the pitter patter of the rain, outside your window pane? so did I, I still do, cant help it, its always Rainin.

So, there you go Mr Critchley I was a little on the correct side, sorry I found out your not all that perfect. glad u apologised to all the readers for beng misled your a gentlean to admit that an it is well appreciated, El Paso ?? its over there somewhere. cheers Steve.

Fancy having a wish like that. I used to like watching the rain outside the window bouncing off the pavement whilst I was nice and warm inside by the coal fire. You probably haven't drunk enough beer Cliff - or is it Ale?

I apologise for misleading readers in my previous comments regarding “ale houses” in Scholes. My comments refer to the 19th and 20th centuries rather than the 18th and 19th centuries. For the benefit of Mr Munkee. Although there may be a place in Mexico named El Paso, the town popularly known as El Paso is in Texas on the border with Mexico. There is a City on the Mexican side of the border from El Paso called Ciudad Juarez. Mr Munkee should be aware that El Paso has only one “s”.

I rememberas a kid, young 7,8 maybe lookin out the window in Windsor St Horse an cart parked outside, dust cart perhaps, not sure, anyway this horse started Peeing right there, in front of my little innocent eyes, as big as fire brigades hose,it went on an on an on an on, could have put out Pendlebury,s fire. I thought, one day, one day, I,ll pee like that horse. I,m still waitin. Alls gone quiet in here again, just drop in say Hi! thats easy.

You are right bloo it was the church next door which got the worst of it.Grandad was leaning on the wall at the time and used to say he wished it had been a bank.

and Ranger, my Granma used to be the cleaner in the pub.

Lone, they missed the pub they bombed the Church next door, luckily it was after the service,pastors sermon was based on the 'Demon drink'. They all were next door in the 'rose' few mugs shook a little but not much 'ale' 'beer' was spilled, ' praise the the lord' if it wasnt for drink, they would have all perished. amen hic!"

Eez good you know theez Greengo. Do you know where I can get my Cork soaked. Hey Greengo.

Oh! and one of his daughters occupation was down as a Cork Soaker. Must admit Ive never come across that occupation. Wrong Spelling maybe? I never said that! its your mind workin overtime, teehee. Hic!

well it says beer seller in the Wigan Directory, I have never seen the term 'ale seller' on any census records up to 1891. Technically you are probally correct,I dont matter what they call it just drink it. cheers, steven.