I was born in No 55 Tram St, Platt Bridge,
near Wigan, Lancashire in 1946.
Having been raised in a place where dialect
was a normal way of speaking, it was natural to pick up words and
phrases that for many people have long since become redundant.
Not wanting these dialect words and phrases to disappear and to
keep the memories of where I originated, I decided to commit some
of what I remembered to verse for posterity.
Apologies for the use of expletives. This is to stay true to the
way that many people spoke around the area at that time.
After writing a few verses over a number of years, I entered a
local Festival of Arts competition in 1996. I entered a very short
but funny poem entitled "El Toopay".
To my surprise, it won 1st prize in the humorous section.
It was at this time that I decided to compile a small
collection of dialect poems. This compilation of verses is not meant
to be an in depth study of Lancashire Dialect but a collection of
situations and events that I hope would bring a smile to the readers
I realise that dialect is difficult to read or understand.Therefore
I have included translations to each poem.Please bear in mind it
is not always easy to translate each word or phrase without losing
( Tram St original street sign. )
Preserved thanks to Eric Turner of
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