Greenough Street

There was sacks outside Rushtons full of dog biscuits but I dont remember anything for cats.

Seriously you lads should really reeeely take ciscos advice and get out more.

I remember catchin butterflies and puttin em a hole with some grass so they could eat it and wouldn,t starve

Careful Ron you may get "interesting".

There were plenty of breyds then where they tipped rubbish. You always found small strips of led under roofing slate.

Just got back from a cruise.I see the wifes been at you again Fats.You wanna light up boy its a short life an its runnin out fast.Get yourself down to the snooker hall and have a ball.

you found led Ron ? did you just trip up over it?, I know, it was lyin all over the place them days, I never found any, though,I was always lookin, shillin a ton Calderbanks give you, beltin days Eh!

I remember when I found led I took it to Calderbanks at the bottom of Greenough Street.

Bob sometimes but not realy.

Ron do you still work on the door at Whelley Labour Club?

Sometimes I used to go to watch Harry Fairhurst mend clogs at his cloggers shop in Greenough Street.

Tommy tell me more I cant place you now, memories eh! was a good laugh workin on the conversion, Daves been here in Wigan couple weeks ago he,s been livin in OZ for a long time I missed him nobody told me. Tommy give a clue where? we worked allover the place, I,ll think some more an try an place you your surname might help anyway thanks for droppin in I,ve hundred tales to tell bout workin for PRESS and all a good laugh, cheers Tommy

Hi Cliff recognised you from a school reunion photo posted on the site. Remember me North Sea Gas game worked with you a couple times. Mate of big Dave Parker and big Taffy.

Just arrived back from hols to find everyone on strike except Bloo and ..er.. Ron...Ron lad did you ever have the feeling that your parents were sorry to see you come home. Just joking Ron lad...keep up the good work. Anyway can't be seen as a blackleg so better sign off for the duration. Up the workers!

I used to go to Mcnabs chippy but sometimes I went to the one opposite.

I got dragged there a few times Ron,was worse than the dentist. but we still had Macs chippy, keep the memories commin Ron you doin a good job here.

Once a moth my dad used to send me to Dicky Plumbs barbers shop for ashort back and sides.

fscinatin stuff eh wot

an I used to go to Mac,s chippy every Fri teatime. beltin

I used to go to the grocers in Greenough St every saturday morning and collect the groceries.

walkin sticks at dawn, now now then boys behave. I called in at the meet good turnout 317, ok ok ok I lie forget the 3 all nice people there was no fightin or wrostlin, boss was there, nice lad, I bailed out at 10 an called in the Millstone for a flyer, yeah you guessed it, I,m easy led stumbled out at 1 Friday morn. "The cracked are the best it is they who let in the light" Keep goin guys and behave.

Yeah – I’ve sussed it now – the dudes a fantasist. Footballer extraordinary, Wigans best athlete ever, freestyle rostler – b……s. He’s probably locked up in an asylum. Looney Tunes. The only things he’s ever rostled with are English and Maths – and lost 3 falls to nil. Keep out of his way Mona luv – the guy may well be a nutter from the gutter. Sandside? He’s probably living in Winwick. Anyway – I’m on strike with Ducky until he buzzes off. Come on Mona, Blue, beatnik, Sol Janet all you regulars – show some solidarity. I don’t think you’ll have many takers tonight Bloo.

Boo worked out in Billy Rileys gym. What sweeping out the gym.

The moral to be learned ducky is don't throw stones iff you live in a glass house.

If I was you Mona I'd just ignore em.. this Walker - doesn't know a thing about you and comes out with a remark Totally OTT. Then tries to chicken out. You could be teaching kids with special needs or adults or higher education. The mons an idiot. If you notice he's never mentioned Greenough St or any of the characters..he's been on a couple of times and just cticises others on behalf of Boo. Also notice all the Plastic Cockneys on site. Del Boy. Lone is trying his luck - it's just pony - Lone - not pony & trap. You need to get out more. Who's the next Plastic Cockney.. Cisco or Boo himself. Lets all go on strike til Boo and his mates disappear.

Mona sounds a hand full.Think i'll bring the mother in law for protection.

I'm told in the old days before you Mona were even a twinkle in your fathers eye Boo worked out at Rileys gym.He went under the name of Rib Crusher.My advice is don't tangle with him or it could be your Waterloo.

Should't you be at school at this time Mona.

You do talk rubbish.A simple yes or no would have done not threats from an obvious bully.Ithink Boos gone a fishin instead of just a wishin by the way and who can blame him.

I'll treat that remark with the contempt it deserves Boo Walker. And you had better bring your minder because amongst other things I teach self defence. I'm very fit and 6 feet tall. See you Thursday - wimp.

Mona i could'nt help but notice how excited you got over Kennys attempt at poetry.Are you by any chance one of those idiot teachers who give kids marks for swearing on their exam papers.A reply would be appreciated.

Shakespeares effort was pony and trap.His grandad will be spinnin in his grave.

You get help me baby…cos I can’t help myself.. that harp man.. you gotta feel it. Yeah – bloo man..the blues ..theres 12 bar but these aint the only blues formations man. Its how you sing it how you feel it…..listen to Nina Simone man …anything she sings is blues. She’s too good for us man …don’t let me be misunderstood. Yeah – peace brothers and sisters.

Singing the Blues wasn't blues Bloo man. Blues aint what you say - its the way you feel. ken just gave us a laugh - I managed to knock up a bit of tune to it - it flows well and its got rhythm. Not seen much poetry from you Bloo man - you keep chucking out the challenges. Peace man.

ok ok tele,s crap get urself down to The Royal Oak on thursday, we,ll sway to music an fall off stools as you do, I,ll walk you home.

ur guitar needs tunin Kenan that wasnt Blues it was nuthin

Bravo!Ken Bravo!

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CUMBERLAND SAUSAGE BLUES Get up in the morning.. Put on my hiking shoes.. Hear my neighbours baaing.. Read the Sandside news.. *** Cumberland sausage frying.. Coffee in the pot.. Think I will go sailing.. In my lakeside yacht.. *** The boys shout hello sailor.. Boos in his sailor suit.. Cap at a jaunty angle.. A real dapper puf in boots.. *** From his St Louis to his titfer.. From his napper to his feet.. He looks a proper nana.. As he sasheys down the street.. *** He casts off from the quayside.. Crying belay there boys belay.. He stumbles to the port side.. And falls headlong in the bay.. ** Sharks sharks he cries.. A pyke heads into view.. I cannot swim he cries.. As the pyke begins to chew.. *** In just four feet of water.. Boo paddled to the shore.. Let him drown the public cry.. The pompous b…...y bore.. *** The moral of this tale.. Is not too hard to get.. Learn to sail before you go.. Or you’ll end up in the wet.. *** If your heads an empty vessel.. And you boast and brag and shout.. You can’t put any wisdom Where to begin there isn’t owt. *** Ken Shakespeare

A stink bomb.

I heard Boo can sing a bit, I,ll bring my geetar he ca quote his stuff to music Folk Singer Boo might go down a bomb!?

Hi Bloomoon. I had a look at you on the St Georges page. A proper little Lord Fontleroy in your dicky bow. You know you are right. I watch less and less telly these days. It’s mostly rubbish despite there being scores of channels. I tend to go the gym more these days where you can not only keep fit but socialise with your friends and meet new faces.

Watcha Del Boy. Used to have a club on your manor. You wouldnt adam n eve it but only give just over a monkey for it. Few more sobs and it would have broken me strawberry. Bit brassic them days but a bit jack the lad if you know what I mean. Bit o duckin & divin, bobbin & weaving and pretty soon your wheelin & deelin. Now I got 3 clubs in the big one a couple o boozers in Essex.

Yeah, know what you mean Mona luv. Can you imagine supping your pint and listening to that claptrap ... doesn't bear thinking about - shuudders. Anyway Bloo on my hols this coming Wednesday so can't do it. Was going to take my yacht to the Caribean but it's in dry dock at Wigan Pier.

Bloomoon. Will try to come. But promise me if Mr Bu Sandside makes an appearance poetry is strictly forbidden and any mention of such. Otherwise I'm out.

Our Curlys a bit of a psychologist. He says that folk who brag about material possessions are trying to make up for failures in life. Any road I'm not boasting but I do have a pretty nifty pigeon cote on the Duggy. Bloo me owd marrow - I'd love to come Thursday but trouble says I can only have one six pack a wik and I have to sup it a wom due to credit crunch. Is there any live music on - if there is - I may be able to get the trouble to take me - she holds purse strings does see. COWB AKA Ducky Dowdall.

its time your battery packed in whining walter.

Our Curly's a bit of a psychologist. He reckons this business of bragging about material posessions is often a sympton of folks who otherwise have failed in life. Well I'm not bragging but a do have a pretty nifty pigeon court on the Duggy. - Bloo me owd prato - trouble says I can have only one six pack a week and I have to sup it a wom due to credit crunch. Is there any music on - if there is - I might get the trouble to take me - she holds my purse strings dus see. Ducky Dowdall.

Hi Cliff man. Your right - we are pretty sad dudes. Will try to get there Thursday but may have a bit of a jamming session with the band - will check. If I can get down I'll see if Stevey can make it too. I was going to sail my yacht on Windermere on Thursday but the batteries paked in. Peace man.

So you sad sad people, Who,s Roy Cropper? in some tele prog no doubt Get a life gerroff ur asses an go bird watchin and down Royal Oak thursday.