[kestrelx]

Originally Posted by kestrelx

Thanks Wynonie I never knew that,makes sense now!


Changing the subject slightly I only heard that Fred Dibnah passed away on Saturday,no he wasn't Accrington born but Bolton.His programs give a great insight into how the industrial age developed!

I meant to post this yesterday,a poem I wrote this week,but forgot the disk ....

NORI JOHN.

09 Nov 2004 by Kestrel X aka Nigel McHugh

They built this town on nori bricks,from burning coal from down’t pits,

On windy days up Whinney Hill,us men and boys plied our skills,sweated hard like molten iron.



On Saturday noons we drank our ale and watched the football at Stanley’s ground…

Come rain or shine we loved the sport,coz we real men,we sweat hard - like molten iron!



When Sunday come,we change our game,and meet up with Nori John of Nori fame,he got more brawn than brain…he John – Iron John!

Then we wandered oar’t field and hill,to hunt our dogs for rat and game.



Down Huncoat tip – Jack Russels sniffed,the smell of rat - to them was bliss.The dogs tail wagged and she whimpered, with nostrils flared at rodent scent…

Out came the spade and down we dug,Joey put the ferret in,when suddenly the lightening hell,sent adrenaline…the rat flew out it’s murky pit n’t dogs flew,yapping after it.

In split seconds all it took for’t death to steam from that rodent beast – then off we marched again – cross the field,down’t pub for a bit of grub!



Aye was fun with Nori John,down’t canal till’t sun went down.Even if we caught nowt the day was right,with out a doubt -------------- coz Nori John was the one,who made the bricks this towns built on!














Concerning the poetry book I mentioned - it could happen but I don't have the time - it was just an idea - so I suppose we will just leave it at that!:engsmil: