wonky

thanks lads, its great to see the field and bandstand being used for what it was intended for..brings back so many memories of the picnic days..looking forward to hearing that song though..i would have enjoyed the mingling and bbq, sunshine ect..oh well..work on monday..cheers

just wondering how the day went for yous all..and what was the story with the big bedlington song..gagging to hear it..if anyone can provide a link i would be most delighted...cheers

i was reminded again today about our lovley dilect..at work again with my geordie mate, about three o clock this very afternoon..he downed tools and informed us he was off to "drop me bate".. i then had to explain to paddy where he had gone..lol also what bate was..

lol..aye ..geordie formby..lol..i bought a banjolele @ christmas after a few beers in town and it just sits in the corner..whenever i play it ..and really get it going..i just end up laughing..saving it untill i get better as its not really a nice instrument for a beginer..had bagpipes for a day..and a fiddle..same effect....got three ukes,1 banjo uke. 2 keyboards,1 accordian. 1 guitar..few more little bits and bobs...probably got more money than sense i recon maggie..lol id be a little worried about playing at cambois beach incase i twang me twanger what with all that nudity over there..probably just stick to the bandstand..lol

i hope your not hacking into my webcam when the curtains are closed during my "special time"..

its.. i went to the station for a pint with me dad then i went to the chip shop for a kings kebab i drove down the furnace bank to eat it in me van there was a knock on the window it was a dirty old man i found a word that rhymes with bank but sadly i had to moderate that bit out..lol

http://youtu.be/3y3vdIqYYDc naming and shaming myself..lol

aye..youve started somthing now..im off to yorkshire this day week for a few days. some wild camping @ the ribblehead viaduct and a few days in the yorkshire show grounds trading wonky wares..the last time i was driving up the a1 i saw a sign for the haribo factory shop and came out an hour later,50 quid lighter and three carrier bags off lickrish and jellys ect..i just been looking at the map to see how far away from harogate it is..lol on a lighter note..my granny would give us the empty bottles to take back for the refund @ the oval shops..i remember there was always a smell of perm from the hairdressers...i am sure all my aunties hung out there too as they all had a touch of frizz going on.... the oval was realy a no go area for us and usually we would never enter it alone,always had some form of back up and a few stones in our pockets for extra security.. there was this soft lad that used to hang about with us and he was always getting caught and forced to eat grass ect..it turned out later that he was actually gay and that was probably why he was a bit soft..lol..anyways,,we knew at the time that if we took him to the shops it would usually be him that got caught and bullied. giving us a better chance of getting away. turns out his granny too was from near the terrier and it was happening big time when we were not with him..some folks never learn..lol ah divvint knah !!..lol back to the pictures..it dont seem to have changed that much..the cars are a bit more modern..

jaysus..!! by the look of that list your dad certanly got himself aroond..lol and i am guessing he was a fair man for a pint..lol

sorry lads , this is all a bit deep for me as an artist..i am completley baffled by politics..though on reading about the solar i thought i would share my own recent experiance about cheap solar pannels. last autum i managed to secure a panel from maplin for 50 euro. made in china . i have fitted it to the roof rack of the van for charging my spare camping battery. it charges between 4 and 15 amps and i am delighted with it. i bought it last autum when it was reduced by 100 euro stock clearance.i am running 4 halogen spots from this batt and also use an inverter to power up my roland cube amp.thus enabeling me to plug in the electric ukulele and just rock wherever i want. some of my mates recon i was overdoing it but i can honestly say there is nothing more satisfying than pulling up onto some deserted beach in the west of ireland and rockin for the surfy crowd. ukuleles and solar should be given free to all and the world would be a happier place.

ahh !! thats gas,,taking pictures of the oval shops..made me laugh out loud man..happy memories flooding back..i think i remember the motor bike shop and music shop but honestly couldnt put a date on the period..i had an aunt that worked @ don lynns and would often get the big roond mince pies handed over in a broon paper bag still warm..and oiniony..lol.. some times as a lad if we had some pennies we would walk up to the oval from the blacka for a big bag of football chews,spearmint flavour..CHUMS..they were called. get them from the shop on the corner i think. it was a bit dank but the chews were always fresh and minty..i am actualy slavering now..lol granny bedlington would somtimes send us down for some mutters..lol..jaysus...she loved her pop god rest her. the oval was always a dangerous place for us young mongrells as we were on percy turf and if you got caught it would usually end up with tears and a bust nose at least..there was one time i remember very well ..when we were heading back to the bank top and were chased by the bad lads over the oval field and i got away but did end up stepping in dog poo and remember clearly wiping it off in the long grass at the bank top..laughing. and to this day i belive the grass is still long..might be handy sometime..lol..thanks for that..

quarinetine.lol. thats just for the gypsies..on their way back..usually they go to england and end up in all the places they shouldnt be. i remember once traveling to scotland during the foot and mouth outbreak carrying a trials bike on the back of the van..that was a scary time as there was soo much mud under the jeep and wedged in the chassis they nearly impounded my van and it was mud i had brought with me..the ssdt was canceled that year. gone are the days of driving over old mattereses soaked in domestus.. aye maggie..i was actually thinking of poping into the red lion for a few pints but recon if i create a stir with my van it might atract attension to my drinking habits and warrant a pull off plod..i will probably not be wandering too far from my van anyhows as my manhood is very small and i need the van to keep up the feelgood factor otherwise my holliday would be crap..wont be long now hinny...tick tock.tick tock..

well,lads and lasses, it wont be long now and the wonky landrover will be rattling along the road back to the motherland and the pint of scotch that you got to come back for..i am planning on sampling a few kebabs on route and might even take in one of bedlingtons splendid quirky old worlde cafes for a fried breakfast.probably give kings a miss this time after my last experiance down the bank top..and i met one of the local misfits who was trying to paint my van door.he might not have been a local..could have been from blyth for all i know..lol any ways..i have packed my pointy stick and plan to walk through the woods as part of my holliday and will be taking it along for protection..i was sent a picture last week of the stepping stones in flood last week via email so will be packing my wellies too. theres not much point walking through the woods with wet feet when you can put your wellies on i think fred elliot once said. i say theres no point walking through the woods with wet feet when you can put your wellies on.i say ashley.lol i was hoping to catch up with some of the dorty lasses i used to hang out with for a catch up but the wife has told me under no circumstance am i allowed to go near the dorty tramps ,so will have to pass it up this time.probably just as well really as they were one of the reasons i ended up leaving town and some pit deputy from the 80s is going to kill me if he gets ahad. will bring my camera along for the ride and if i can master this photo posting crack i will share them on my return..if there are any degenerates that you want sorting out or moving along there will be plenty room in the back of my van and i will fly tip them out up c resswell or somewhere like it..it wont be a problem as fly tipping is a skill i have learnt from the irish and they are the grand masters of it. i know sometimes i talk aload of crap but i can honestly say,hand on heart..i am really looking forward to my holliday in wansbeck and hope the sun shines for us all every day .

all the best from me too.

point taken,,i will try not to use any more words that rhyme with tank and bank..

wey i am not telling any more jokes on here..the only one i posted was removed and it was my best one..though probably did breach all the rules of the fourum..

aye..i think blue peter might have had somthing to do with collecting them..certanly rings a bell..bowke is a classic word that still slips out on occasions..i have a geordie mate over here in ireland and a while back we went out for a few beers and he disapeared for a while to the toilet. when he came back he said.." av just been to the bog and bowked up. ah thinks av had a few bad pints of swally."..well he cracked me right up...hes from dunston and i think they all talk like that..lol

lol..quality thread..lol...back in the days when i was living over there i cycled to north blyth to the rows where a mate of mine was living and stopped for tea..his wife was a vegan and put soya milk in my tea..well let me tell you now..it was pure bowke..i have never tasted anything like it since and would never go near it again.. when my youngest was a baby he was sick in my mouth..taste the same..not good at all,at all, at all...lol another use for the old foil tops was to fix the fuse in a plug..our whole house was running on foil fuses we were so poor.. and you tell the young kids of today that and they wont belive you...lol

aye ,,remember them well.. we couldnt afford the gold top...lol..i remember me maw would wash them oot and save them up for christmas..jaysus we were poor..she would melt cooking choclate into them as a mold and dangle them from the tree with a bit of thread..wasnt that long ago really..lol.. during the miners strike she made a batch and asked me to hand them roond in the welfare and to be quite honest i was embarrased to say the least so i ate the lot myself.. they were rotten and i probably did the miners a favour in this case..it was that really cheap cooking choc from the co op of the eighties with about 3% coaco and the rest was lard..lol..i remember we would ocasionaly get a pint of steralised milk in a broon ale type bottle with a metal top..these tops really hurt when you put them to your brow and slam it for a roondy scar...mental...not doing that again... sadly paul...my sister was one of those poor kids that would thread them on a string and wear them as jewlery...lol..

..tell me about it...lmao..

hey !! dont mock...it might be the devil..lol

well !!..now heres an expert on grass speaking...i know it can look untidy and that some one will always be to blame for not looking after it but there is a simple solution...get the councill to hire some farmers to come in with their silage machines..roll it up in to black bales and feed it to all the cows from the station that i used to gan oot with as a lad...sorted....wonky..lol

all the best marra !!

hi katie, welcome..i suppose..lol..any ways ...in relation to your question regarding the glove factory i must apologise as i have no info at all that i can give you other than an exgirlfriends mother and her auntie joan used to work there and we would often meet them at the station cafe where they would give us fags and a bottle of muters to get shot of us. i understand that this is of no help but you question did make me smile and remember happy days gone by so thought i would return the favour..about the only relevant info i could give you is.... i think they made gloves..cheers..wonky.

..lol...i think i might know her..lol