Round Yorkshire With A Knife: Dewsbury With My Pockets Hanging Out

That was a fun read. I can't stop trying to parse out “It’s better than ‘em being recycled in your cows.......And they’ve chucked eggs at him.”

Makes me want to go find a flea market this weekend.
 
That was a fun read. I can't stop trying to parse out “It’s better than ‘em being recycled in your cows.......And they’ve chucked eggs at him.”

I believe best form is to just go with it.

Or, back away real careful-like, as Jack did.

Maybe both?

(You look good in Gold. :thumbup:)

~ P.
 
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One of them lost his contact lens and the other is trying to help him find it? That's my second best guess because that statue definitely looks like a guy helping someone vomit. "C'mon, just let it out.":barf:

That lambsfoot is one fine example of Sheffield cutlery. I love the look of those worn stag handles. That opinel is no slouch either. I kinda reminds me of a jagdnicker.
This is actually quite a famous statue that you stumbled upon in Dewsbury Jack. I believe its one of the earliest representations of the Heimlich Manouvre being performed. Legend has it that two ancient Yorkshiremen were ferreting through the market stalls when out of the corner of his eye one spied a rare BNIB Northfield white Owl for like 2 squid. He inhaled so sharply with surprise that the intake of air caused the knife to fly into his oesophagus and become firmly lodged.His quick thinking companion administered the Heimlich. His mates lif was saved but the friendship was over due to the ensuing battle over who had rightful dibs on the knife.
 
Thanks for the kind words folks :)

Great story Meako, you could be right! :D

Here's another pic of the statue.



I've had a look on the internet, and even a local historian has captioned the statue 'Oh no, one curry too many'!

Also found this, from a letter to the editor of the local paper: "If Dewsbury Park has been handed over to alcoholics and drug dealers, then let them have that daft statue in front of the town hall - which looks like somebody being sick, probably after a good drink of White Lightning."

Pertinux, "bits" indeed! Well, it made more sense than the jabbering mad cow! This is clearly what Ossett folk call what Leeds folk call "scraps" and Geordies call "scramptions"! They are the bits of fried batter which are left in the deep-fat fryer. Some people like them on their chips. I am definitely not a fan :D
 
very cool post and finds, congrats.

I'd watched a show a while back about how they thought classical music might keep teenagers from hanging around in certain common spots like bus stations, strange to hear it's actually happening, mostly because it's hard to realize a place, or a country, is changing when your not there. weird.

Dose it seem to work? the images it seemed to bring up for you might keep me away i have to say :p
 
Thanks a lot Duane. I actually sent ScruffUK that by text! I think he must have thought I was going mad! :D

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"If Dewsbury Park has been handed over to alcoholics and drug dealers, then let them have that daft statue in front of the town hall - which looks like somebody being sick, probably after a good drink of White Lightning."

Its supposed to be the Good Samaritan.....but the above is a more kind description than that my good lady suggested the two gents were doing!

Pertinux, "bits" indeed! Well, it made more sense than the jabbering mad cow! This is clearly what Ossett folk call what Leeds folk call "scraps" and Geordies call "scramptions"! They are the bits of fried batter which are left in the deep-fat fryer. Some people like them on their chips. I am definitely not a fan :D

I can take the slurs to Dewsbury, the town of my birth, but not to Ossett, my home town for nigh on 30 years (and I'm only 32!).
Clearly the ancient Yorkshire dialect is beyond the understanding of your unrefined ears Jack.....I mean, its nowt compared to the South Yorks twang is it??

Bits is the ONLY way to have fish and chips!
They call it 'batter' in Sunderland, and, despite being the most accurate description of what it is, totally threw me off when I was asked if I wanted it after rdering Fish & Chips - I was thinking 'Well of course I want batter on m'fish P - Its like Yorkshire's answer to the Po'Boy ;)
 
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' "Don't go in there, it's full of quicksand!" I said but oh no you never listen to me and now look at us.'

Jack,
I think I only ever went to Dewsbury once a long long time ago, it's just south of Leeds right? I think I went for a school rugby match and the Dewsbury school team all had beards at 14 years old....
I might have imagined that.

Paul
 
very cool post and finds, congrats.

I'd watched a show a while back about how they thought classical music might keep teenagers from hanging around in certain common spots like bus stations, strange to hear it's actually happening, mostly because it's hard to realize a place, or a country, is changing when your not there. weird.

Dose it seem to work? the images it seemed to bring up for you might keep me away i have to say :p

Thanks sir :) This wasn't classical music, it was some sort of aural Prozac! They've been experimenting with sonic warfare against the young for some years here now, most commonly with a high-pitched whine, which supposedly only teenagers can hear, and which causes them discomfort. Maybe the ambient pap had a bit of that mixed in too. Not sure why they don't want teenagers in the bus-station, but I didn't see any. Then again, maybe they were at school! No one else seemed to be bothered by the awful syrupy droning, but me. Perhaps it was my inner teenager! :D

Its like Yorkshire's answer to the Po'Boy ;)

:D

Jack,
I think I only ever went to Dewsbury once a long long time ago, it's just south of Leeds right? I think I went for a school rugby match and the Dewsbury school team all had beards at 14 years old....
I might have imagined that.

I used to play schools rugby too Paul, and it was the same in South Yorkshire. You'd turn up at some pit-village to play an under-14's game, only to find the opposing forwards had tattoos and coal-dust under their finger-nails! :D

Sounds intriguing

:thumbup:


That looks great Scruff :thumbup:
 
"I shall endeavor to work this into regular conversation from here on out."
Now that's funny. A regular signature line in the making.
--Mike
 
"I shall endeavor to work this into regular conversation from here on out."
Now that's funny. A regular signature line in the making.
--Mike

Aw snap, I'd already forgotten.
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It would have made a perfect exclamatory compliment upon seeing Blues' new knife:

"Why, it’s even better than ‘em being recycled in your cows!"

(Creative punctuation and an added word or two are allowed for special emphasis, depending on the context.)

:D

~ P.
 
"Why, it’s even better than ‘em being recycled in your cows!"

(Creative punctuation and an added word or two are allowed for special emphasis, depending on the context.)

:D

~ P.

I can't make horns nor tails of that quote.:confused: HELP!!:eek:
 
I can't make horns nor tails of that quote.:confused: HELP!!:eek:

Charlie, you're in good company! From Jack's original post:
Jack Black said:
...as I waited for my chips, a diner approached the counter and placed a knife and fork ceremoniously upon it. She spoke to me, but I had absolutely no idea what she was saying, it sounded like, “It’s better than ‘em being recycled in your cows.” I smiled and nodded. The small squat woman, colourfully dressed, was clearly mad.

I just find the expression to have a certain "I don't know what" about it (and I'll bet she wasn't even French!).

You? ;)

(In the event my non-explanation makes no sense: we are in the realm of non-sense, left only with funny.)

~ P.
 
Mad from eating recycled cows, no doubt.
I got the hint about JK disease. Has it filtered down into superstition and myth?? Ouch, if so!!
 
I used to play schools rugby too Paul, and it was the same in South Yorkshire. You'd turn up at some pit-village to play an under-14's game, only to find the opposing forwards had tattoos and coal-dust under their finger-nails! :D

What school were you at Jack, I might have played them. I was a Hymers boy from 'ull.

Paul
 
What a great day it must have been. Cool treasures. I especially like the clasp knife. What a find.
 
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