Arcadian wrote:This reminded me that the only word I actually knew on Call my bluff was "orts". Big Boy might know this.
No, I didn't know that word - I had to Google it. I seem to remember my father using it, so it may have been a Naval rather than a West Country expression.
That's an easy one. 'If you touch a toad, you'll get orts'. I'm just not sure if a British, Irish or Scottish dialect? Pete
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Big Boy gets it thanks to Arcadians spot of the weathervane
It is indeed the memorial statue to that "Revered Son of Bolton" Dr Frederick "Fred" Dibnah M.B.E. - steeplejack, industrial historian, steam enthusiast and TV presenter....and a personal hero of mine. I can honestly say when my mum called me up here to tell me he had died I had one of them stiff upper lip n a sore eye times.
Although the statue is not that good a likeness I think Fred would have loved standing there as he is in front of a massive steam engine that is "animated".
I first encountered Fred when as a nipper my grandad took me to watch him drop Caleb Wright's Mill No3 chimney. He did it with pinpoint accuracy, and not one stray brick hit the rows of mill houses just 20 yards away. To do this he used his famous undermine/burn technique that he adapted from the way Medieval sappers would undermine then collapse castle walls. A year or so later I spent an afternoon watching him take the No1 chimney down the other way because there was no room to drop it...brick by brick from the top down using only a hammer and a masons chisel. My grandad had a pint with him and his mate in the pub when he knocked off for the day.
Blaster Bates, his dynamite using rival, never had a kind word for Fred and called him a dangerous amateur. Fred took pleasure in regularly reminding Bates of all the times his dynamite handiwork resulted in smashed windows and damaged rooves of houses nearby. I saw one of Bates' takedowns that resulted in damage to houses in Tyldsley with my grandad and remember my grandad shouting "You should have let Fred do it y daft apeth!" at the redfaced Bates.
Fred used to drive his steam tractor past my mums shop once or twice a year, and was always a face at the local carnivals and parades mugged by kids for his autograph and rides on his engine.
Here is Fred dropping his 90th and last ever chimey, a job he always said made him sad.
Fred was a larger than life character, and truly was a revered and well loved son of Bolton. His house, including his eclectic collection of steam and industrial memorabelia, his finished and part finished steam traction engines, and his own scale model coal mine shaft is now a museum.
I think the world is a greyer place without men like Fred, and always remember him with his catchphrase
RICHARD OF LOXLEY
It’s none of my business what people say and think of me. I am what I am and do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier.