Showing posts with label Congleton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Congleton. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Never eat anything that glows in the dark




Woman told me that she was 83 soon. She had been born in the East End and had been evacuated to Congleton in 1939 and had not gone back. She had no trace of a London accent and had not gone back for years. I am sure that Bethnal Green is somewhat different from her child hood,

Skills, I suspect being able to open a plastic bag is fairly low down on the skills list but if combined with translating Medieval Latin and possibly bull jumping I think it might make you the complete man.

Asian man buys salt which he uses to kill weeds. I wonder what the tolerance plants have for salt probably quite high by the coast.

Woman with jar of piccalilli and I recall the sage advice of Peter Kay " Never eat anything that glows in the dark"

Farmer weather beaten but when he opens his mouth he has a very bad stutter. I have a great deal of sympathy for people in his position. It must be very frustrating.

Monday, 27 May 2013

On a not very clear day you can see Crewe



I have a week off and so we went for a walk up to the Cloud above Congleton. Its about 800 feet high. The view was not very clear. Crewe was visible and that was about it and no distant views of the Welsh mountains. On a very clear day you should be able to see well into the Clwydian Hills and Liverpool and in the other direction Manchester and Winter Hill. Alderley Edge could be seen just to the right. Some one told me that on a June day in 1996 they were on the ridge looking towards Manchester when they saw a very odd multi rainbow effect above the city. They were witnessing the IRA bombs being detonated in Manchester and the strange view was down to the light being reflected in the millions of shards of glass.

We met up with a friend Simon Daniels and we spoke of a walk up to Morridge one winters day. We passed a line of washing on which was a pair of very large bloomers which Simon described as belly smackers. They reminded him of his grand mother who used to go to the same knicker man on a stall at Longton Market for years