thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewick
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewick
Aye Tom but Flecky was an even Gayer spot from what I was told,and mebe still is I’ll bet eh!
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewick
D’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say. 
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
hiya,
The version of "d’ye ken John Peel"that we warbled when at school
didn’t portray him as a shirt lifter quite the opposite and if i dared
to post my version on here I’d be ex-communicated forever.
thanks harry, long retired.
harry_gill:
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
hiya,
The version of "d’ye ken John Peel"that we warbled when at school
didn’t portray him as a shirt lifter quite the opposite and if i dared
to post my version on here I’d be ex-communicated forever.
thanks harry, long retired.
I know that version as well Harry.
harry_gill:
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
hiya,
The version of "d’ye ken John Peel"that we warbled when at school
didn’t portray him as a shirt lifter quite the opposite and if i dared
to post my version on here I’d be ex-communicated forever.
thanks harry, long retired.
D’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay*?
D’ye ken John Peel at the break o’ day?
D’ye ken John Peel when he’s far, far a-way.
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
Chorus
For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,
And the cry of his hounds which he oftime led,
Peel’s “View, Halloo!” could awaken the dead,
Or the fox from his lair in the morning.
*Some believe the end of this line to be ‘grey’, due to the colour of his coat made from local Herdwick wool. The line popularly ends ‘gay’, as huntsmen other than Peel traditionally wore a brightly coloured, often red coat (“hunting pink”).
Chris Webb:
harry_gill:
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
hiya,
The version of "d’ye ken John Peel"that we warbled when at school
didn’t portray him as a shirt lifter quite the opposite and if i dared
to post my version on here I’d be ex-communicated forever.
thanks harry, long retired.
I know that version as well Harry.
Aye so do I steel & brass come to mind Eh, HA HA, Regards LARRY.
Chris Webb:
harry_gill:
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
hiya,
The version of "d’ye ken John Peel"that we warbled when at school
didn’t portray him as a shirt lifter quite the opposite and if i dared
to post my version on here I’d be ex-communicated forever.
thanks harry, long retired.
I know that version as well Harry.
hiya,
Dave keep schtum, we need you here, 
And you Larry, you didn’t go to my school did you word perfect young man.
thanks harry, long retired.
harry_gill:
Chris Webb:
harry_gill:
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
hiya,
The version of "d’ye ken John Peel"that we warbled when at school
didn’t portray him as a shirt lifter quite the opposite and if i dared
to post my version on here I’d be ex-communicated forever.
thanks harry, long retired.
I know that version as well Harry.hiya,
Dave keep schtum, we need you here,
And you Larry, you didn’t go to my school did you word perfect young man.
thanks harry, long retired.
I think your version has steel rubber and mother in the rhyme Harry.
Cheers Dave.
i think all the woofters should be given the same treatment as king edward the second . ream them out with a red hot poker . well it certainly cured his inclinations .
Sorry Dave, red hot pokers are from the past, 
central heating done away with fires, I loved it as a kid putting potato’s in the fire, doing toast, putting mussell’s and waiting until the shells came open, sprinkling salt pepper and vinegar, never taste the same when they are done in water. 
oh and chestnuts, the old toasting forks were magical and toast tasted better than it does today. When you got fish & chips for the family after taking rabbit skins to the rag & bone place, it was a royal treat and kept warm until the workers came home. By seven years old I was a expert of catching rabbits, I used to put my nooses, staked outside the railway propertry, when train came the rabbits used to run like hell, most used to come through the hedge to my traps. the least I would have would be six, I had my customers, who I would sell cheap for thruppence a I would skin them and they was pleased, I was not silly I knew I would get sixpence for the skins, always kept a couple for us, if I started saturday by friday I had more than enough to pay for fish & chips. What with fetching coke & coal on my trolley, helping on the market and getting paid in speck fruit & orange boxes,it gave me fire wood, pipe tapers, also wood to keep my trolley in good condition, also had mushrooms & blackberrys to sell to the greengrocers across the road, never forgot the name Chaplin’s. After my illness I was ten, I used to take my mother once a week to the cinema, buy icecream, and had fish & chips or eel & mash, because my mum was great, three sons and a daughter died, then my dad when I was eight, she done twelve cleaning jobs to keep how heads above water, when I went to work I gave her thirty two and sixpence my wage, she gave me half back, but I said no, five bob will do, and I would go into the snooker hall and turn it into pounds over the weekend, I never lost many times or I wouldn’t have anything to spend, I went into the army and had half of my wages sent home to help my mum keep my youngest brother. Today the children expect everything, and some are still not satisfied, they would struggle in our era. 
Myxomatosis came about when I was about 5 years old Norm.I can remember my Dad catching rabbits and taking a load to a general game dealer on a Monday on his way to work.After the myxomatosis there wasn’t many around for several years.We did have a lot around here until that cold winter 2 years ago,and that wiped a lot of rabbits and other wildlife out.
I used to go catching foxes with a gun and terriers when I was a teenager,also helped on farms as a kid and after I left school for extra money.Did quite a few foreigners on the building at nights and weekends to knock a bit of money up.
Painted the lines on a couple of tennis courts at nights,which all earned a bit of cash.After my accident,when I had this bungalow and changed my car a few people thought I had been awarded compensation.The buggers didn’t give me credit for earning it.Never mind,water under the bridge.
Cheers Dave.
Know what you are saying Dave, 60hours a week was the minimum I worked, my brother -in-law always called me money bags, because I had money in my wallet, he was a paint & decorator, who went to work on the council, he would start at 8/9 then finish at 3/4 then say he was tired. I told he straight if he worked as long as me, he could have money in his wallet! he said we only do 35hours a week, I said that should give you loads of time to do private jobs !
Same here Norm,wasn’t happy if I couldn’t get 60 hours in,quite often did more,and still went bale ■■■■■■■ on the farms as well.As far as I’m concerned if you want money,you got to earn it.Money won’t come to you.
Both of my sisters are school teachers and don’t do the amount of hours,but they do have to do a lot of work at home preparing stuff and marking books etc.
Cheers Dave.
Dave the Renegade:
milkmantom:
thought you said ireby was a gay nice spot t live bewickD’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay used to drink in the Lion with the local hauliers so they say.
John Peel’s local wasn’t The Black Lion in Ireby,it was another pub in the village,The Sun Inn.His relics are in a glass case in the Sun Inn,whip,horn,horses bit and stirrup irons,but he did most of his hunting on foot because the “going” was too rough at the back’o Skiddaw for a horse.Although he lived in Caldbeck,and was buried there,he spent more of his time over at Ireby and Uldale and his wife’s family were from Ruthwaite,a small hamlet just south of Ireby where he inherited their farmstead.He often had his horse shod at the Blacksmiths shop in Ireby,Mains Hall,where my Grandad was the last village blacksmith until his retirement in the mid 50’s.IIRC,my Grandparents bought the business off the previous blacksmith a Mr.Graves who’s family had been there in John Peel’s heyday. Cheers Dennis.
Talking of gay, I was stationed at Borden for a couple of weeks, and I caught a lift to Portsmouth and I wandered into a Pub and there was a few girls that looked like biker girls dancing, I was in my uniform, the jukebox blaring out a tune Gibbley, Gibbley, Gobbley, and one of them got me up to dance, and as these words was sung, she grab hold of my crown jewels and squeezed them tight, then men got up and danced together, it took me 30 seconds to realise I was in a pub full of gays & lesbians, thank god I was a nifty mover, whoosh I was gone! 
What no comment 
Norman Ingram:
What no comment
hiya,
Norm when I visited a strange place and had cause to overnight there I always
used to ask someone where all the gay and lesbian bars were situated just so’s
I steered clear of them when venturing out for my evening skinful.
thanks harry, long retired.
Back in the mid 1980’s two tipper drivers took loads to Bristol,they failed to get tipped,so they had to have a night in Bristol.They both liked a drink,so got in a pub for the evening got chatting to some locals and when it came chucking out time,one of the locals said " you can come and stay the night with us " All was OK until one of the local’s tried to get in bed with one of the drivers. .There was some serious ■■■■ taking when the rest of the drivers heard their story.
Dave, I have had a few lorry drivers worried, when I put on my funny voice of " Puff Pastry" and said you seem a nice boy, pull into the services and reverse on to this! Sorry I have no time, 