mickypotts

I read it when it forst came oot an a luved it, He,s from Tynemooth and used ti deliva milk wi ees dad ivry morning, he went ti newcasstle college of art but also taught in durham as weel later on, theres nowt uppity aboot him that I can see.

Happy Birthday Canny lass, all the best

I have the book Larn yersel Geordie back from the 70 s aaal me friends are welcome tiv it, gis a yonk at himalaya72@gmail,com

If the house is stone or brick check the gutters outside for leaks when it rains, it could also be creeping damp from the ground up on the 1st floor

Same thing ower here as weel, The Franklin Institute in Philadelphia was a wonderful science museum but now is just like Disney world

Many happy retorns ti yis Aaaal nd aaal the best

Aalreet aal ov yis, when yi live live wi nee otha geordies aroond yi, yer voice and accent changes withoot even tryin, it cannit be helped, but when aah git on the phone wi me brothers the geordie comes right back and my bairns think its hilarious cos it stays fer a half hour after aah hang up. neebodies puttin on any fake or false accents it just happens, and everybody know that I am not american but Geordies knaa that aam from Geordieland but aav been away fer a while. even reet noo aam thinkin in Geordie as aah Type!!! it is confusing but thers Nowt fake about it, and Sting is a Great Musician, Hope this helps.............

In later life the booze took over his life and he became distant from everyone while fighting his demons, he was always a canny lad when we grew up but still an odd one, we went to London on the school trip and he met the hippies that lived on the top floor of the hotel at Marble arch, they had white rats all over the place and they gave him some cannabis, first time I ever saw a drug in my life. that was Desa

I found an antique sword around 1965 out back of the howard arms in the market place, it had a fancy hand guard and the blade was engraved and a bit rusty, I showed it to Desmond Reay and he suggested we hide it on top of the wash house at his home. a week or so later he tells me that someone has taken it!!!! I suspected that he told his father and he took it, but I never saw it again and Desa has passed on so we,ll never know

when I was in Mattys class I was the one who went to each class and took the numbers for milk and OJ, then I got to pick the delivery lads out and take them around with the crates, it was a way to be popular since I got to hand out the extras but I was always fair about it and never had bother with anyone at Whitley.

When I was in 3rd year at Whitley we Had Mrs. Platt.....a very nice teacher, anyone else remember her???

Mr Allen was the milkman and owned the shop across from the coffin chapel, we called them Allens fields cos he kept his horses there but maybe he rented the fields or knoxy let him keep them there so the grass would be kept down.

Great picture of the Whitley Reedy, with the allotment gardens in the back and then were Allens fields where he kept his Aad grey Mare and the broon and white pony, any body mind the air raid shelter at the top of the field????? I suppose that was 2nd world war since it was formed concrete. we rode bareback on the horses aal the time, they were always nice if ye brought a few slices of bread and some water. Up at the far right at the top of Allens field was a small group of buildings with abandoned cottages and stable and such, yellow fire brick is what the were built with, I presume this is all gone now for the new school //

Can you just imagine the uproar if the opencast was allowed to make aal that noise aal night lang in this day and age!!!!

As aah can recollect, Snaggies were pretty big Turnips, aah used ti gan Snaggie topping at Dinsmores Farm just afore yi got te Hartford, and Bagies were smaller with cabbagy leaves, Rutabaga is wot they were, swedish turnips, the farm had them as weel. Les Dinsmore wes a fine lad, he was in my class at westridge

Noo divint aal gan dancin aboot the subject man, Just cum on oot an tell is wot yi really think of Maggie!!!

AAl reet yis aaal,............. Wee wants start the forst: " Thaings we aal luv aboot Maggie Thatcha" aaalreet aaalreet!!! stop hoyin stuff at isman!!!

It wasnt bottomless, but was full of nasty stinky clarts and god know what else, tons of frogs and newts and their eggs, aah nivva hord of neebody droonin in there though, how aboot climbing up on the gas tank and booncin aroond the top???

Right then...................... The camps in the prop yard were a major accomplishment fer Wor gang. I spent many a night with pencil and paper and some borrowed Technical drawing tools "borrowed " from Mr Davies class at Westridge, I did bring them back. the designs were erected very quickly from my blueprints with about 10 -12 lads from the lanes, the Watchie was always destroying them when he caught sight of them, the 3 storey versions were the best though since ye hed a lookoot tower to spot trouble before it found you. What a great way it was te just hev fun back then.

Happy birthday and many more Dajazer

Does anyone recall going to the garden/ tea parties held at the vicarage, there would be cucumber and tomatoe sandwiches and wheel barrow races etc on the lawn, it was a beautiful place and the gardens were really nice, I cant remember why it was we got invited but it was always a good time

All good translations, My Grandmother in Felton said it often when out walking with us bairns in the rain

Git yis aal ahint is origin/translation please

My dad worked at bedlington brickyard before he went to the pits

and who remembers the place next to Reddifusion that fixed and rented washing machines,???