North Staffordshire Potteries Workingmen’s Clubs
North Staffordshire Potteries: Kidsgrove Workingmen’s Club
Bill Cawley: “Peter Kay is not far out when portrays the strange acts at the Phoenix. I recall vividly the Pakistani stand up comedian who told racist jokes against himself, the asthmatic country and western act from Cleverley who stopped for breath half way through his act.” I’ll be with you in a moment “, or the overloud ear-ringing rock bands. Sometimes there were special events like a boxing tournament at the Suburban where one competitor eschewing the basic defensive stance advanced with arms flaying like a windmill to be quickly demolished by punishing jabs that opened his nose up in a crimson torrent. For the turns themselves there was recognition that there efforts were taken with proper regard. As local act Gerry Stephens writing of the time reportedSaturday was the highlight of the week and people would make an effort to look their best. The Committee officers ran them with a grip of iron and membership were as tightly controlled as any freemasons. Instant silence followed the command ” Give order please” and quiet was demanded- and got- when Bingo started. Bingo was a ritual with its language and actions especially when certain numbers were called out ” Ted’s den- Number Ten, Two fat ladies 88, Leg’s eleven” followed by wolf whistles and the clinking of glasses as pens were banging against them. Sometimes a frustrated gamester would call out to the elderly lady caller ” Shake them up, Elsie” if his numbers were not coming up.Then there were the turns.“You’d arrive outside the Club, grab your gear, and go in. The room would be completely empty. Then people start coming in; the room is packed, and it’s your job to entertain them for the night. You’ve only got your guitar, your voice and your patter, to get them going, gets them laughing.It was quite a thing to be an artist in the 70s, there was a lot of respect shown; the audience wasn’t allowed to come in or go out during a bracket”.But the knell- as it was for the working class- was already tolling for the clubs.”
Bill Cawley: “I was born in Stoke in 1955 and lived and worked in the City. I was a City Councillor from 82-7 and a County Councillor from 97-05. I’m a member of the Green party My heroes are Thomas Paine, HL Mencken, Tom Joad and Ernest Everard..,”
Talke’s, Newcastle-under-Lyme, North Staffordshire: Talke Social Club mid-1980’s & early ’90’s:
The English Village of Talke in the Newcastle under Lyme Borough in North Staffordshire in England, UK of GB – Hill Top School, Red Lion, Talke
“‘Another Mon-Day! Another Money-Day Dollar!’ We’ve got some more pixs for u guys take a L’OO’K at of our Talke. Taken a few months ago on a very, v. sunny summer’s morning, 2015 (might help some of you guys shake off those January Winter Monday Morning Blues? We hope so! Enjoy ;)Monday Morning Blues 4 Some 😦 ?’Happy Mondays!’ for others 🙂 ! We ❤ Mondays here at ‘Our Talke H.Q.’ (at an undisclosed location containing a 15,000 super-computer-network in our mega-office-complex deep in an very old underground mine beneath Talke ‘o’ the Hill…’ We also had a super-duper 3 or 4 days last week and we are now very close to our new milestone: 500 Facebook page likes!469 up to yet! With about 10 or more people added every few weeks! So, in a couple days or weeks we should hit that magic 500 number of likes for this Talke village ‘Local History and Interests Blog/ Facebook Page!We also had record numbers of views, slideshow plays, shares and loads of lovely likes last week from u good people too!Which is why we do all this! Bcoz there’s no money to be made from a Facebook page! – Facebook gets all the cash! As we can only pay Facebook to advertise ourselves and advertise with them on the content we create for them! And they will not allow us Facebook bloggers or web publishers to let other companies advertise with us! So, we get nothing at all for all our work and the attention it receives, Well, not in terms of money from any Facebook blog pages like this! F. ALL! – Nowt ! – Nuthin’! 😦 So, we do it for the outta love for blogging, local history, interest current local issues, nostalgia, creative writing, photography and even for the love of Facebook itself! Although it’s very, v. greedy, selfish and extremely world-power-hungry website or entity! :O 😦 😛 ;)And, also for the love of the Internet and social media sharing. Which is a great powerful medium in itself as the World Wide Web and big powerful websites such as Facebook, Google+ and WordPress has meant that it has become one of the greatest inventions of our time and one of the most powerful tools any single man could put to wield for the good of all peoples such as yourselves here on: ‘Our Talke – Past & Present!'”
Posted by Our Talke – Past & Present on Monday, 25 January 2016
Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.
There is road that runs right through the heart of my home village of Talke.
Talke is a village in the north of the Staffordshire county of England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme: an ancient market town and location of a v. old Anglo-Saxon and, later Norman castle (now gone! Alias!). Both mentioned in the 11th. century Norman chronology of England: ‘The Domesday Book.’
CROWN BANK COTTAGE, TALKE. 1577
And, the place of my birth and my childhood home. And, the village of Talke [Our Talke] on the north Staffordshie/ south Cheshire counties border in the U.K., is now where I reside once more. After leaving here at a v. early age of 18 years and one month (for my own innocent demise as a Geography and Politics student) for the v. heart of England’s capital city: London.
Only to return here, a half-broken man in his late 30’s. To write, blog and photograph this amazingly ancient: ‘high-place.’ With commanding panoramic views over the super-affluent v. richly-farmed-dairy-fields of the county of Cheshire. Full of really fat-friesen-pied-dairy-cattle that munch on the superb-lushes-green-grasses (because it’s so bloody damp & wet here!) of the piss-wet-threw North-west English county of Cheshire. That also has v. ancient Norman, Dane and Saxon beautifully preserved churches and black-‘n’-white-timbered Cheshire farms and cottages unique to this county bordering the north-Staffordshire village of Talke. And now home to the super-rich and lovely, little villages of the Cheshire plain and south Manchester of Talke’s north-western extreme. Talke also has superb views of the Welsh mountains to it’s south-western aspect.
I’m sure, I was meant to return here!
To think, once more, of it’s surprising, historical significance in pre-historic, Roman, Anglo-Saxon, English and ultimately: British history!
The village of Talke. Which in itself, by it’s very own name, denotes in old Saxon or Norse ‘High Place’ from the Germanic word ‘Tor.’
The original A34, the road that runs straight through Talke, is in fact an ancient Anglo-Saxon or pre-history (maybe!) north-to-south road that pre-dates the Romans.
This road. the original A34, runs south from the v. important port of Portsmouth in southern England, right up, some 500 miles, threw the back-bone of England’s southern route to the north-west and to Carlisle in the north of England and to the Scottish border and to Hadrian’s Wall.
And, is in fact v. v. special!
A34 Talke – Newcastle under Lyme Borough, North Staffordshire England UK of GB
As I worked here, as a barman at the Talke Social Club, for nearly ten years, when I used to be a student (desperate for cash!) and, looked down upon this: an ancient junction of many roads at the heart our village of Talke, from my high predispose-view-platform of the posher: ‘Round-Room’ (where I would serve the richer clientele with their Napoleon Brandy and Rum ‘n’ Pep) I would often ponder on my v. own theory that I now present here, on this, our Limey’s WordPress Blog: Rebel Juke.
That ‘Round Room’ had commanding views of the v. heart of our village of Talke. And, the ancient junction that I now speak of . . .
I think that my village had some important significance in Celtic, Anglo-Saxon and/or English and British history. And, that the true location of what’s v. well known in my city of Stoke-on-Trent which is a piss-poor-shit-hole and Britain’s second poorest city (after Derby) with this countries lowest wages and in the ancient market town and 12th. century Borough of Newcastle-under-Lyme as: ‘Talke Crossroads’ was not in fact at it’s present location at the bottom of the Talke hill. And, put there and re-located some 200 years ago. And, was in fact much further up ‘Talke ‘o’ the Hill’ (as the village was once called in ancient times). And, is at it’s heart! Unlike the v. busy current Talke crossroad’s location which is much further away down the Talke hill from the main settlement of:
‘One Celtic or Saxon market cross, two v. v. old public houses or pubs:’The Old Queen’s Head’ and ‘The Swan Inn’ or ‘Swan Hotel.’ ‘(And, right next-door to each other?! Nutz! No wonder I like a drink now ‘n’ then growing up here!).
‘Accompanied, on the v. old market square, at the v. top of the hill, with the v. old and ancient Anglican and Saxon, 6th. century St. Martin’s church.’
The v. old market square at the v. top of the Talke village hill. With it’s v. old Anglican, Saxon and 6th. century St. Martin’s church. And, one Celtic or Saxon market cross and two v. v. old public houses or pubs. Right next-door to each other! (Totally-Nutz! No wonder I like a drink now ‘n’ then! Growin’ up here!).
The A34 Newcastle Road at 7am rush hour this morning: 11th. of November, 2015.