wonky

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..

alreet marra..!!

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

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

welcome..aye..a while ago there were loads of votes for tommy the egg man to switch on the xmas lights..they are the people who can sign a petition and spread the word and muster interest..

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

wish i was over there..lol..its crap having to work pharma plants when trapped in the body of a director/musician/clown. check out my first debut film on utube malcom,..davids 1st ride(osset 12.5) i just got so much gannin on i cant get nowt done..lol..come on the hollidays in may..tick tock..

just watched the three films and i must say that is was a delightful way to pass a sunday morning..i feel all warm inside now and a little homesick..time travel was a hoot and the best line delivered was ( it must have been that vortexy thing.)..still laughing.. its great to see youngsters having craic and doing somting constructive..fair play to all involved..respect.

poor margret..its a sad day when someone dies but as expected there will be diferent feelings where this one is concerned..personaly..if it wasnt for thatch i wouldnt have been forced to emigrate and my life would have been so much more diferent,,its not so long ago that she was in power and we are all still reeling from the mess she left behind..at the end of the day we all make mistakes and it takes a big man to admit it..its just a shame her dad didnt put her in a bucket of water at birth and kept his mistake to himself..i know its wrong to speak ill of the dead but i am willing to take my karma on the chin for this one. i remember a story from years gone by when there was a statue of her erected in grantham and the local council street cleaner knocked her bronze head off with a shovel because he couldnt stand looking at it any more..he should have been given a medal that bloke..my hero..

aye, the hockle..i remember a time when this lad who shall remain nameless rolled his phlem roond in his gob and sat on my chest and slowley let oot the hockle in a long controled drip in to my face..i can still smell and taste it...it was funny for him at the time but not so funny later when i did some wee into some dandylion and burdock and watched him drink it..it was an art though and the place was littered with juvinile hockle..thanks for that reminder of the past paul..im off to brush my teeth now..lol

front streets are suffering all over the place due to the big shops taking over and moving out of town centres..the small shops find it harder to compete and yes.it is mainly due to the big guns taking over and pricing the little guys out..there is always going to be people not cleaning up after their dogs and dumping rubbish and litter, sadly it what this world is coming to..long are the days gone by when you could stop and shop with pop.. an electrical shop on front st can not get by on just hoover bags alone. people are more afraid these days to take chances regarding their finances and every penny counts to some...if there was more money out there to be had,the place would be a brighter happier place..its a sad day alright when tesco and the likes take over but it would be worse for sure if they were not there...with out them there would be no ramp at the back to ride down on the trollys.

another canny one is the term..ahad.."this bloke set himself ahad " for example.. just last week a geordie mate of mine was working with me in the factory, we were cutting pipe with a grinder and sparks were flying al owa the shop..he said to me,,, "gan canny marra,ye`ll set the place ahad"..the paddy guy that was with us was in stitches and said that where ever we come from,they should have taught us english..lol...rich comming from a paddy..lol.

sadly i`d have to disagree..although clannad and enya are fair decent there so much more from irland that gets over looked. my old time fav is the great joseph locke and there are the furys who are still packing out halls around the world..i think daniel o donnell has had his day and is just getting silly now and married or not he is a deffo candadate for questionable sexuality.probably the best band of all to ever come from ireland is U2...but i personally think they are crap and not for me...when i listen to celtic music i prefer scottish. Bongshang...

sometimes its easy to get lost with headphones on..i once walked into a lampost whilst listening to bongshang and bumped me heed..i think i was obviously somwhere else at the time..check them out and if you ever get to shetland look them up for a cup of tea. http://youtu.be/GMk-0Wd93X8

i think all local radio is a good idea and a vital service for those unfortunates that dont get out the house..we have a local station over here and its great..it is also online and available to the millions of paddys around the world..also a great idea..if i was living in bedders i would probably tune in from time to time..but sadly i am not..if it gos on line i would tune in..to be sure..good luck with this venture and hope it gos well..

belter lads..!! and aye the poker was some piece of kit and was the only way you could make the hole in them days (pre black and decker)..lol..fencing staples were the way to go alright but like mentioned ..they would rattle out and youd get a wonky axle..lol.. the lunatic on rollerskates could also have been me..been there done that..lol i have memories of a propper organised bogey race happening there once a long time ago..i supose i was very young or dreamt it.... back in the early 80s i remember taking a short cut through the oval and my mate robbed some kiddies trycicle for a blast doon the bank..it was mental but only made it down once..some nosey neighbour had told the kiddies old man we`d nicked it and he came down after us and took it back..my mate reggie got a clip roond the lugg..and rightly so. i was a bit gutted i didnt get a go but delighted it wasnt me going home getting laughed at for crying like a girl... i think on my next visit i might bring my bike leathers and helmet and give it another go...kids toys are cheap these days and a lot less hassle than burning a half inch hole in a plank... rest in peace silver cross..lol.

aye..lol..just watched the linked video....the job would be nice and also rewarding but i dont think my dreads will go down to well..do you think i would have to wear a tie ?..it would be a challenging job opertunity for any one i think and have many perks and the odd brown envelope i`m sure . but at this stage in my life i have to say its not for me....so i`m out. . and i wont be investing.

back in the days of the chopper bike when days were longer i recon the bank top hill was good for 40 mph..seemed like a hundred at the time but that was before the zrx 1100 was invented.. one time i blew up the front wheel with too much pressure at the bank top garage and it blew out on me half way down..i was flaking it..."boomshanka"..that was the end of that tyre and the handle bars were never the same..it was a purple chopper i remember and with two mirrors..it was the end of the mirrors too..lol years later i went down on a mountain bike.. it was not as fast i think..the small wheel on the chopper gave it more of an edge.. i know there are loads who have done the same and that kids these days are still getting the fear blasting down the bank top hill..why not lets all get together in the summer ..get the cops to close the road and have a bogey race like the days of old..can any one remember a bogey race happening on the bank top or was it just me ? i remember skateboarding the hill too on one of my frequent trips to back to bebside from an illicit meeting with a dorty station lass or two.. i would be delighted to read of any horror stories regarding the bank top hill and all its glory..cheers..team wonky

aye..i remember them bogs well..there was always that very distinctive smell to them and the odd splatter of vomit due to the close proximity of the club..old fellas would be waiting for the bus back to netherton after cashing the pension and having a few bottles of amber..usually on a picnic day the bogs would be slooshed out with a bucket because they were generally hotching.they were also a haunt for the local black mack brigade and the grafitti was second to none if i remember corectly..good job the bogs were pulled down...it was a magnet for low lifes and germs..lol..nice pic though.cheers

jesus..take a joke lads..i always throw somting in for the st vincent de paul..it was them that kept us alive when we landed in ireland and dropped us coal,vouchers for the panto and zoo ect..my earlier post was just me being satirical..truth is though it is how many people think. i once met a scaffolder friend of mine in a shopping centre..he was earning around a grand a week and told me he had spent an hour trying to get out because the ashma society or ireland had all the exits covered..he was laughing..i was laughing at him and it was funny. ex bed.."you said you used to"..whats the story there ?..you dont any more ? ..and hey up foxy..aye ...it usually is for a good cause.. i think what tom tom was getting at is the fact that there just simply isnt enough to go around these days and hes had enough..i sympathise with him for his comments though in what i would consider a funny way. another thing that gets my goat is that they always put starving children campaign adds on at tea time.. hard day at work..just want to relax and have your dinner on your knee and watch hollyoaks . before you know it theres some poor unfortunate with their eyes full of flys and your trying to enjoy your chicken kievs and chips with processed peas...some times you just have to stop..switch off or tune in to another channel.from now on i will pack my own bags and throw some change in the bucket if i feel like it..slan.

i know..desperate isnt it..some times there is the odd bloke or woman standing by the pile or half empty trolly looking at you dead in the eyes and you just know they are saying to themselves as you walk up.." i bet he dont put nowt in ".. looking down their noses at you..you know what else gets my goat....organisations and schools wanting to help you pack your shopping bags..they are usless at packing usually and you end up having to buy another bag.

ive noticed that in bedlinton one would say "finga" where as in bebside it would be " finger".