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Yes, thanks, I had seen it, was going to post it on Accyweb but couldn't remember which thread we had mentioned them in before. Hope they sort itout, what a load of garbage.

I hope so too Susie, we have lost too many of the old traditions and links to our past.
It was interesting to read some of the erudite and pithy comments on the Telegraph thread too, though I am not sure that ‘old&grumpy’ is correct when he says “The original dancers were unemployed and danced to get money. This was considered to be a form of begging which was illegal. The dancers blacked up to avoid being identified”
It goes back a lot further than that of course. I always thought the black faces were to show solidarity to the miners during the 1893 strike.
Anyroad long may the “Nutters” prevail
 
You think thats poor, when I was growing up we couldn't afford clothes, It wasn't until I was 10 and my mum bought me a flat cap so I could look out of the window.


You though you were poor Mr D?, my cousin Pete who lived next door to us on South Street back in the day was told to put all his birthday money in the special blue savings box under the stairs marked NWEB.
 
I’d just like to thank everyone who turned up at Town Bent Fold for the scattering of Wandering Walter’s ashes into the headwaters of the Tinker Brook. It was a fitting tribute to the man who as you know I miss greatly. Nevertheless I am comforted everyday by his gnomic and sage like phrases and sayings.
After the ceremony I was approached by a sallow little man with lips pinched from the cold all dressed in black, black-gloved, and coat buttoned to the chin. He introduced himself as Walter’s solicitor Mr Vholes. “ Mr P” he whispered “I have a package for you, some of Walters belongings he wanted you to have”
Well you could have knocked me down with a feather, indeed you could have knocked me down with a crowbar, I was touched and just wait till I tell you what was in yet another Tesco carrier bag !!!
 
Where were we?

Oh yes ..the contents of the Tesco bag left in the catacombs under the Con.... that really was a bit of a curates egg. there were a few more packets of Swizzells Love Hearts, a framed picture of a Shetland pony, a Junior Membership card for iCandy on Blackburn Road and a few till receipts from Asda and Tesco for various surgical supplies. Unfortunately the receipts were too damp to establish the dates and times and what with the cost of the MQ1 and the NROL-36 hovering over the town there’s no money left in the budget* to run the supermarket checkout security cameras. No bad thing really I mean if the Predator guys at Creech Air Force base were bored looking down on Hyndburn, imagine having to sit and watch the comings and goings on these store tills for a day even!
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There was a hand drawn map showing a series of tunnels leading from under the Con Club. The CRO after gas checking these tunnels did a bit of exploring. One going off in the direction of Moleside and clearly marked Gamblers Caves was blocked by a roof fall underneath the Abbey Hotel on Bank Street BUT the one going off in direction of the factory bottoms was followed to its point of deboucher * And you’ll never guess where that was? As per the photo .....half way up flipping Priestly Clough. Perfect one would say for someone to pop down and back from Holy Family School during breaktimes and free periods. No wonder the drone and satellite didn’t spot him.

As kids we used to be told that the brickwork shown here was part of the network of tunnels dug by the monks of the Grange at Black Abbey stretching all the way out to Whalley Abbey, maybe just maybe that story is more than a myth? ;)

*Wait till we get next years revisedcouncil tax charges to pay for this lot.
**a term used by French spelunkers
 

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Now, now Gordon while he's in here wittering he's not attacking the mods, the site or other members, leave him be.

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I have been contacted by a few peeps on here pointing out that a Predator MQ1 can’t hover, well spotted all those pedants, this was in fact the NROL-36 spy satellite maneuverered into a geo-synchronous orbit over Hyndburn, meanwhile the Predator was in fact doing a lazy loop several times an hour taking in Whinny Hill tip in the North and down as far South as White Syke Farm. The folks on the tip who rang into the Town Hall thinking they had seen a UFO were fed the party line “ It’s taking air quality samples over the tip” :cool:
 
I have been contacted by a few peeps on here pointing out that a Predator MQ1 can’t hover, well spotted all those pedants, this was in fact the NROL-36 spy satellite maneuverered into a geo-synchronous orbit over Hyndburn, meanwhile the Predator was in fact doing a lazy loop several times an hour taking in Whinny Hill tip in the North and down as far South as White Syke Farm. The folks on the tip who rang into the Town Hall thinking they had seen a UFO were fed the party line “ It’s taking air quality samples over the tip” :cool:

Either you are dazed and confused or I am!
 
Either you are dazed and confused or I am!

You are neither dazed nor' confused, D the 47th pillock has imitated a dying star imploded upon himself and can see no further than his arse, mainly because his head is stuck up there, judging by the size of that head, surgeons will need to use more than keyhole surgery to remove it.

I personally am against the operation, he has finally met his true love.
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I have been contacted by a few peeps on here


Bullshine! I doubt that anyone would willingly contact you unless it was in a post, they would want witnesses to any reply they may get.

Be honest D the pathetic, you're lonely and in desperate need of friends, just don't now how to make any.
 
Since this a wandering thread I will make it wander a little.

I flashed paranoid android 3.0 on my new phone the nexus4.......
 
A few peeps have contacted me on here asking what was in the second Tesco bag the creepy Mr Vholes handed me up on the windswept banks of the Tinker Brook that day. Well as Bob Dylan sings* “By a simple twist of fate” and of course Wandering Walters generosity with his bequest enabling me to buy the U S Airways Envoy Class ticket I find myself in the Cock & Bull pub on the windswept banks of the Ohio in the good old US of A, with Walters well thumbed copy of Ainsworth’s Old Homesteads of Accrington & District and his print out from the Ellis Island Register.

Since I got here I have been somewhat distracted I have to confess by the Cincinnati Beer Fest so the whys and whatfor’s of the contents of that blue and white supermarket bag will have to wait until I get back to perfidious Albion’s shores. I can however share with you the plethora of beers on offer at the Fest because I know a goodly few members scattered across the globe, on the AccyWeb like the odd beer. I am always amazed at the lexicon of names brewers create for their beers both here and at home. Something for every occasion and for everybody I am sure you will agree.

*Cue the AccyWeb jukebox #4932 and 4935
 
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