Greenough Street

Causing trouble again Boo. You're driving everybody off the site. This is the tine of year you should be signing up for your basic Englsh course. Get an education and come back when you know how to behave yourself.

Get back it watter Jem.

You tell um Sal. Your right he is a numpty. Bloo, Boo, Lone Ranger etc set of Tubes. Come on you men show yourselves.

Come back when you are old enough to remember these things Sal Kav. In other words come back when you've got your knees brown.

no you didnnt you numpty you were in a comic with tonto.

We made pea shooters out of a piece of wood and an elastic band.

We rolled up hot tar in big balls.

Does anybody remember Florries corner shop which i am told was the insperation behind Coronation Streets Florrie Lyndley's corner shop.Does anybody remember when Lewis's ice cream shop was called Raffo's .Signor Raffo was an Italian prisoner of war who was interned and made to work on local farms.After the war he liked Wigan that much he stayed here.Being Italian he was an expert at making ice cream and thus started the ice cream industry in Wigan.He married Hilda who served in the shop with Gladys.They had a son named Tony who played rugby for St Mary's when i played for Whelley.Is Tony still around i wonder.

You're really scraping the barrel now Cliff.

A lady in Pem at your age Crispin.In your dreams my boy in your dreams.

Whats this boo about.With a name like Crispin you should stay well away from sailors my friend..

Whats this boo about.With a name like Crispin you should stay well away from sailors my friend.Happy sailing..

Ron! did you ever stick a matchstick in a bubble of tar on a hot day waitin for your mam to come home from work ?

What do you know about Pem Boo. My lady lives in Pem and two weeks with her is paradise. Then again your probably not man enough.Your more for sashaying down the waterfront in Windermere in your sailor suit. Like the song says. Hello sailor!

Surely not at this time in the morning Ron.

Pickled.

I was once on holiday in Blackpool and i said to this geezer.You are Lobby Ludd and i claim my prize.What is it.He said "First prize is a weeks holiday in Pemberton"I asked him what the second prize was and he answered "Two weeks in Pemberton".

ron me mam used to boil beetrootand then pickle it. did you have pickled or just boiled.

My mam used to make us lobbies and we had carrots and turnips and betroot to them. I like lobbies sometimes with brown sauce.

I was standing at the end of Turner St and a woman approached me. She said are you Lobby Lud. Nhow I said but I could eyt sum.

They seek him here they seek him there but those Wigan vigilantes will never find him.His other name was Lobby Ludd.You older Wiganers will know who i mean.

Quite right boo.In the words of Muhammad Ali."We Wiganers aint as dumb as we look"

Sol i don't know what you do for a living but you are wasting your time .You should be on Music Hall.No wonder the Hippodrome shut down but i do dig your style.

Shhhh…..listen……..is that the sound of silence blowing thro’ the Greenough St site.. like tumbleweed through an abandoned town on the Texas plains. Or is it the silence of the strikers: Mona, Fats, the Professor and Curly’s Older et al driven from the site by the Sandside Family: Cisco Sandside, the Platt Bridge Cowboy; Del Sandside, the Plastic Ince Cockney; Jack “The Fascist” Walker and the Capio Mafioso, himself Boo Boo Sandside. The silence is broken intermittently by the slurred rantings of Bloo….is he pluckily hanging on in there to uphold the whimsically, entertaining nature of the site….or as some may have it…is he a blackleg paying homage to the Boo Boo Mafioso……..the world and Greenough St wonders. Meanwhile the “very interesting” Ron Groap, like a creaking railroad sign in a spaghetti western entertains us with sporadic croakings from his fading childhood memories. He has now fallen foul of the Boo Boo snipers whilst Bloo casually puts the boot in poor old Ron. But he is not alone …….an unlikely heroine is on hand in the shape of Sal of Sherwood. She has leapt into the battle like a latter day Boadicea. Will Sal single handedly send the Boo Boo Mafioso to their St Valentines Day wipeout?….does Ron really care?. Are the old gang whooping it up in the Black Bull, plotting revenge on Boo Boo to the drunken strains of the Cumberland Sausage Blues? Maybe the site is not yet dead….maybe just sleeping. Sweet dreams.

Same place you got Bloo Cliff.Sorry by the way Sal but it did sound made up.

my name is sally theresa kavanagh and I live in sherwood drive so come on you lot come clean you cowards.

sure is , mister mint ball I dont know where they find em from.

Sal Kavanagh.Thats one cool name brother.

now now then silly sal, ur hidin again Rons ok, ur hidin again. Now behave go find some Led silly boy.

you should be ashamed of yourself mocking ron i would sooner read him than you at least he tells the truth and doesnt hide behind funny names.

I remember Frank Randle playing at the Hippodrome.Now he was really funny .He was born on Wigan Road New Springs but lived just off Greenough St for a while.He would find it hard to make a living now because Wigan's full of comedians.

I remember slurring down Greeny on mi clog irons.Now that were a laugh.

Mulqueeny lets see what you can do.Make us laugh or iff you can't do that then write us a poem.

Iff you worked for the coal board you'll still be getting it and free.

I,ll liven it up, I remember the coalman bringin us 3 bags of nutty slack every week.

Ok Paul liven the site up a blt .Lets hear your memories of Greenough St.Fill in the gap left by the dynamic treble.

Mr, Mrs or Miss Mullqueeny I have some sympathy with you but it is only in recent times that this section has become less interesting. However, its a free country and the current contributors have a right to list their memories. Read down the memories list and you may be entertained. All the real contributors have gone on strike due to one particular party pooper. I agree this setion isnt worth reading these days. The site "godfather" bloo, aka Bloomoom, aka Cliff Higham still contributes amusingly. Like bloo I am a Grammar School lad and read the Grammar School section where Cliff still contributes. He and his pals are a little older tham me.. but I get a bit of a laugh from it.

yawn..yawn..such a boring lot.

All you musical guys are stuck in a blues time warp.There's bin no good music since the sixties.Peace brothers and sisters.

I used to buy Dollar bubly gum form Ryders and Seddons toffee shop in Turner Street. The wrappers were like dollars and they had pictures inside to collect.

yeah..after a bit..all the keylai got stuck to the paper and you had all black spanish on yur lips.

I used to buy 2 oz of kaylie in a pointed bag and a hapeny spanish from Ryders toffee shop in GreenoughbStreet.

Your mum must have been well off to own a flask Sal.

No

Ron did yur mam ever bring black peas back in a flask from wigan fair.

In my day Gem It was Mosses and Gees where the kids learned to dance or pick it up yourself at the Emp. ballroom.Your best bet is look in the ads in the Observer.There must be somebody in Wigan who does dancing lessons.

I remember the big red bacon slicer they had in Rushtons. They had big round blades with a saw edge.

Theres been some comment on this section about people giving advice on education. Well I want some advice on dancing. Does anyone know who what where you can get individual dance lessons - nowt fancy - say jive and waltz - that sort of stuff.

What a great site but were are you guys.Yatesy; wiser brother and formerly fat walter better known as the chuckle brothers are currently doing the wigan walk and were last seen sulking in a wigan speak easy in hardybutts trying to think up the first line of a poem to challenge boo.Not an easy job but I'm sure their combined brain power will come up with something.Can't wait.

I'm fast loosing the will to live here Beam me up Scotty..