Discussion in 'Midlands and the North' started by danny la rouge, Dec 22, 2016.
It never has. It is illegal for the sun to shine in those parts of the world.
It shines regularly in the mornings. Come lunch time and all bets are off.
for reasons unknown, one of the sainsbuggers in reading stocks oatcakes
Just passing through Stoke. It looks much better in the dark.
My old stomping ground (well sorta, I went to uni at Keele which tended to be a very separate entity). Needless to say there was very little to keep me hanging around there. Although there was a stall in the Potteries Centre market that did some very nice oatcakes indeed. On the subject of record shops, there was one there called Music Mania (not sure if it still exists or it's changed its name), and another one in Newcastle called Cheeky Monkey, which sadly shut down about three years after I started uni.
Just been oop 'anley to the pictures. Storm Barbara is making her presence known. Rainy, grey, and windy. Just how we like it round these parts
I've just been at Tesco at the Meir. Very busy. Bit grey, wet and blustery.
Stopped in at Tesco on the way back to grab some milk and pop and good god it's like a vision of hell.
I went to Hanley once.
For about an hour, 25 years ago - with this one visit I feel I've more than covered the 'going to Hanley' needs of every single Human who has ever, and will eventually be born.
I think Hanley was invented to make Manchester look good, and in this it excels - though of course that's a reflection on Hanley rather than Manchester...
Like for the abuse of Hanley, but not the snideness about Manchester.
Fucking weird border country inhabitant.
Why is auto correct suggesting changing 'inhabitant' to 'jam habitat'?
(hanley c. 1930 - from this here page)
You're in trouble now.
Sadly, it still largely looks the same now.
It's right and fitting. Hanley is jam habitat.
I'm at Stoke station. Meeting the Lass off the sleeper.
Buzz mate. As in, goin on th buzz, up anley. But with not so much zz. Look in the cook book is my favourite.
Is that a live Webcam? Hats off, I didn't realise that sort of tech made it that far
You're married to Columbo?!
That's my daughter you're talking about!
No, that's Hartley.
I hope you're not suggesting that it was C1930 when I used to visit there
No, but the pot banks were there in the Twenties too.
When we lived in Wales we often went to Castell Deudraeth for Sunday lunch. There was an old woman, extremely posh and stylish, who was there eating sometimes. She was Susan Williams Ellis, daughter of Clough and she was co-founder and designer of Portmeirion pottery. It was only a few years before she died that we met her and the hotel manager told us she was still diving and looking for inspiration for designs.
Going oop Chaydle in a minute. Might pop into Moshi for an espresso.
This is all a bit Arnold Bennett.
It really is.
There was an Arnold Bennett on TV years ago and Mrs L R's family were laughing at the accents. "What's that supposed to be? Lancashire or summit?"
Far more sophisticated than anything you might get in 'anley.
Many years ago, on first visiting Chaydle, I thought there'd be a postcard I could send with perhaps a picture of the marketplace or market square. Maybe the picturesque town cross. Or the Catholic Church, with its reputation as "Pugin's Gem". It's on the edge of the Peak District after all.
But no. The only card I could find anywhere was of the crown bowling green. On the back it said it was "one of the finest crown bowling greens in the North West Midlands". That's more Alan Bennett than Arnold Bennett!
(They've wised up on Pugin's Gem now. Postcards and brown "heritage road signs" are now available).
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