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Does that mean 'Yes, Indeed'?

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I say the word vexed quite often. With a hubby and two young kids I am quite often vexed. :D

Seriously, I do use the word. I've been told I use quite a few old words / sayings for my age. I've been told so many times that I remind people of their Granny. :eek:

That's due to the words and phrases I use rather than the way I look......I hope.:D

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it does Lilly.:)

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Was talking to my mum about the bloke Cashy and myself were discussing in another thread who'd been banned from every pub on Blackburn Road. She said, "his mum was a nice woman, but when I used to see her round town with all her shopping, she always looked powfagged," Not heard that for years!

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I say that one too, lol :D

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now thats one i aint heard.:confused: powfagged? his mum lived with the guy n his wife in her later years, was a lovely lady.

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Exhausted, Cashy. :)

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thats 1-1 cheers Lilly.:)

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Does anyone else on here call sausages as 'bags o' mystery'?

I heard the term years ago and think it's very funny.

I like saying to my hubby 'It's bags o' mystery and mash for tea. :D

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Hi Everyone - I new on the forum (see post on the "new to forum link).

I've read this thread with fascination and recall many of the phrases quoted. One I haven't seen is:
Does anyone remember "playin' on t' coits". The stone roofs of all the outside toilets and bin holes line the back streets of our beloved terraced houses. Or your Mum screaming your name from the top o' them same coits.

Ian

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I spent many a happy hour playin on t' coits when I were nobbut a lass. :D

I love this thread. :D

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used to lie hidden on the coits, guarding the bonfire wood, woe betide any raiders.:D

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Refering to terraced houses , what were the jobstones/joabstones ? are they the two uprights on either side of the front door and the stone lintles on the bottom window , usually painted a matching color to the front door and window frames.
Also there was usually a fixed small window above the front door a 'fanlight' which allowed light into the lobby but it was called something different by my Grandparents (think the window cleaner charged 3d extra for that one)

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The uprights of door and window casings are called Jambs with the emphasis on the "a" souonding "ah", if you get my drift. Therefore the upright stone pieces supporting the lintle would be jamb stones.

Ian

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owd women used to 'camp' (gossip) at their front doors whist being refered to as nosy buggers by them inside peeping out through the lace curtains :D

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When Cashy said 'powfagged' it reminded me that a 'pow' was a haircut.
More words - 'gradely' - 'praties' - 'childer' - 'clocker'

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being on another thread reminded me of theve chucked im int Meat Wagon.:D

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who remembers the "Tatter" coming round?

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...rag bone.. was the call and donkey stones were the gift

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If someone was talking rubbish, my auntie would say "It's all my eye and Betty Martin", and if someone was in trouble, he would be "In Dicky's meadow" - don't know why, but my auntie Lily was rather strange, she always wore a wrap-around apron which she called a brat and wore a hat all the time, in the house or when sand-stoning the steps. She thought the neighbours were common because they used white sandstone whereas she used cream.

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up dickeys meadow mine used to say.:)

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Just a variation to your posts
My misspent youth had been up Theelite in st james st and I never ever thought about it for many years until vauxhall brought out the model Elite at which time I pondered and realised that it had been the Eleet where my misspent youth had been, now can you believe that??
tony

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Just posted these on wrong list.

He talks like Billy's Weekly Liar. (don't trust him)
Aif eten syrup butty. (gormless ******)
Powfagged. (tired and worn out)
Skorrick. (tha's nod left a skorrick) (nowt left)
Slavering. (as kids do when their teething)
Fettled. (repaired)
Moaning Minnie.

Retlaw.

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re Billys Weekly Liar , heard the saying when growing up, did this comic/tabloid actually exist? anyone got a link to a copy ? or is it just a saying ?
probably the origin of the play/film Billy Liar

thanks :confused: :confused:

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yep was published in a joke shop in preston for a while, just type it into google john,i'm too numb to put a link up.:confused:

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There was one printed in Ossy in the nineties cashy, but it was called quarterly news, The Labour Party Ossy News Letter publihed by Bill Goldsmith:rolleyes::D:p

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always bought my copy of Billys weekly liar every time
i went to blackpool for the day great mag
dont know when or if it stopped being published :jimbo:

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when you google something cashy, just high light and copy the link add in the google bar, top of page, then paste it in your post ;)

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Dodd's paper chase : News 2003 : Chortle : The UK Comedy Guide like this is it?

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HEHE well done :D:D

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H.B.C., still does, I'm sure they've come through my letter box on more than one occasion.

Retlaw.

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Didnt know you were a paid up member of the labour party jaysay? :D

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Slopstone, yes! What about being hungry, or in dialect 'clemmed'. One watered the household plants with a 'degging can' to 'slather' the plants 'wi' watter'. My great-aunt always used to say that she 'were fain to see me'. My dad had an expression (possibly from Chorley where he was born) which referred to anyone doing something totally aimless as being 'up and down like cheese at fourpence'. There must be others which will come to mind, but I shall need to trawl through my memory for those!

Pashley

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Who remembers "crammed" for bad tempered?

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I think that this old saying will be recognised by some members:

"KICK ONE AND THEY ALL LIMP"

I think this may answer your question on another thread Jaysay.

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I can see where your coming from Roy

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I used to remember that was my Grandma's favourite saying when things weren't going right, e I am cammed av bin crammed all day, those were the good old days West Ender

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Talking of crammed owd buggers, my Granny used to say 'there's no foo, like an owd foo'.

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My dad always said "Can't stand cheeky kids when they reach middle age and still think they are 'Gods gift' the middle age spreads to the brain as well as the middle bits"

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You knew your father?

Well that is a suprise.

(Departs to find the ignore button, before the stalker becomes too obsessed again.)

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I can't think of a situation in my whole life where I have come across a more objectionable individual.

I barely knew my father because he was killed in Burma when I was five years old.

He left me a legacy...."never accept the word or statement of a person who does'nt know which direction he/she is going"

I think if you look at the forums you will find that it is you who are stalking not me...........I have no intention of striking the ignore button as far as you are concerned, I want to see how many times in a very short period you will come out with a smart arsed comment a make yourself look a right prat. AGAIN

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Would that be my friend your granny Lily

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I still say to my eldest Daughter there's only two things I hate thats bad beer and cheeky kids and there is very little bad beer, oh by the way I'm of to her 40th birthday bash tonight:D

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Yes it it was. Though she never thought of herself as ever being old, or foolish, even if she was a Conservative.:D

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Lily was never old Rindi, she didn't have time to grow old she was to busy enjoying herself, I was very sorry when she died as I was in hospital at the time and couldn't go to the funeral. I used to sit on the next table in Ossy Con every Saturday night, and we always had a good laugh

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That's lovely, thank you.

Even though we'll probably never agree on politics, it was her thinking yourself, Peter, and Ken were 'nice lads', that I know you aren't all bad.:D

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Do you know or remember Bernard Hargreaves who was the Steward of the Con Club?
He was also the Steward of the Straights club.
Are both clubs still going?

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Bernard and Ivy were good friends of mine Roy, although they were only ever stand in stewards at the Con. I'm the logest serving member of Ossy Con, been member since I was 16 (young conservative, then full member at 18) although it is now known as Ossy Social club, but still retains its Con Club status, The Nash (Straights club) is still open but I haven't been in for years, my neighbour up stairs Jack Whatmore still goes in occasionally. The only other club still open in Ossy is the Stanhill club, although St. Marys church have a social club on Lock Street, near the Town Hall and there is Church cricket club as well

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Thanks for that. Bernard and I go back a long way...I knew him when his sister Esther and her husband Jim had the Old Mother Redcap, Bernard and Ivy then had the Crescent in Blackburn.....You will probably know Raymon Hacking who did the stocktaking at the Con? Raymon and I used to be at Thwaites in the middle seventies.

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Yay know Raymond very well Roy, but havn't seen him for a while. I can remember when the Rovers won the Prem at Anfield and it showed Rovers the fans, Raymond was right in the middle of them. Its a few years now since Bernard died, you lose track of time, must be 4 or 5 years ago, we used to pull his leg, he kept getting gout, he was a real nice bloke and I used to like being in his company, a real charactor and sadly missed

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My mum used to get her 'donkey stone' from the rag and bone man. He used to come down the street with his horse and cart, it was a lovely animal, very placid and well looked after.
He used to shout 'eeeee rag boneeeeoooooohhhh' and everybody used to go running outside to see what he had on offer.
It could have been a spinning top, a stick with a piece of string on it as a fishing rod!! this was in the heart of built up Patricroft in Eccles, not a river or brook anywyere for a few miles!, and for the girls you could get a feather on a piece of string hanging off a stick (dont know what they were).
You could get donkey stones all of which could be either bought or exchanged for your old clothes or bric-a-brac.
An old fashioned way of recycling!

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Another odd word got me wondering about it's origin yesterday.

Pow'd.

As in 'I went to that new barbers, and he pow'd me', meaning it was cut very short.

Prisoner of War, up on the moors?

Anyone else heard the term?

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My dad used that term often , but I never thought to ask about its origin - think it predates the POW camp at Stanhill

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PS - found pow on the list here-
Lancashire Dialect Glossary

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Just wondering, could it have something to do with the barbers Pole that used to be outside their shops. I can remember Jim Kershaw's shop, at the top of Monarch Street, Opposite the Civic Theatre, had one of these red and white striped poles outside, but you don't seem to see them anymore

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Ken Dodd fans could give you the answer to that one :p

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The piece of string on a stick was the whip that went with the spinning top.(whip & top):alright:

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Had a look at the site, noticed a few that weren't quite how we used them round here.

Badger. - Butchers shop, there was one in Butchers Alley in Accrington, his old Badge Book is in the archives at Accrington Library.

Bantering. - pulling peoples leg.

Conked - as in th'engines conked out.

Powfagged - as in tired and worn out. IE Jiggered - Buggered .

Retlaw.

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All down to interpretation.

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It seems to have come down from C16th Scotland, where pow/poll meant head, and is mentioned in this song. There's quite a few other people providing evidence that pow is Scottish for head, on the linked site.


Dainty Davie
as recorded by Finbar and Eddie Furey

In yonder town there lived a maid
Ah, she was the keeper of her trade
She fell in love with a light brigade
And his name was Dainty Davie

Chorus [after each verse]:
So, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie,
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow,
You are my Dainty Davie.

My love, my love, my love, brine he
I have the longing for the sea
I'll go defend my country
Say farewell to Dainty Davie

Three days and seven years were gone
When she saw this figure came striding on
Oh she knew it was her own true one
Saying, come kiss me, Dainty Davie


http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=9055

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I suppose if you did have a short haircut your pow would be exposed.

pows - Definition from the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary

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Slightly off topic for all you marble players out there.
Some types of marbles:
Agate
Blood Alleys
Glass Alleys
Glassies
Steelies (Ball Bearings)
Cat Farts (Brown cheap semi plastic)
And more....

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in Arrod we called 'Steelies" .......Iron Bobbers ;)

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Did you ever play ont rec, on Windsor road Steely.

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all the time , thats where the annual fair used to be held , think all the towns surrounding Blackburn used to have a smaller one the week before Easter then they all joined up for the big one on the old open market area in Blackburn , the days before they built the obscenity of the shopping center ,

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Can you not remember where you left them:D:D

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Aye....in a poggy oil at top a' Church Kirk lane.
2000 posts.............I must be losing the last of my marbles. :rolleyes:

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I remember mum talking about donkey stones (had to eventually tell my sister that you threw them at donkeys as she didn't understand why they're called it)

Another one, t'asda, as in goin' t'asda
or keckle, or tettle.
Never heard of stairs being called dancers, wooden hill was my mum's name for them, but more often just stairs, ge' up dem sturrs.... jus' goin' up t'wooden 'ill

Lived here all my life, and I get laughed at at college when I talk about 'hurr' and 'thurr' and 'stickin keckle on forra brew' and I tell the others to stick their non-accringtonian accets where the 'sun don shine'.

Plus, book is like buck, same with look, luck, and cook, cuck.