When I worked down the pit, miners used chewing tobacco. I tried it once. Was like having an arsehole at both ends. When I prematurely expectorated the wad of vile stuff, it resembled crap. Hence GOB-SHITE.
How apt that in the few metal detecting forums that still exist you can still find the refuge of the gobshite. They post a lot of nonsense and hardly anything of value, constantly blathering on about senseless things and never listening to another point of view. Can you still buy chewing tobacco? We still have gobshites . . .
Old miserable gits major on nostalgia and if I ever appear on the BBC’s Mastermind, I would make this my special subject. Not much to look forward to before I finally exit, but quite knowledgeable on what has happened in the past. Now, where is this leading?
I know what I want to say, but don’t know how to say it. Unusual for me; I blame the pills. I’m asking forgiveness if this sounds incoherent and rather messy.
I’ve just remembered something else about the story above. As an apprentice electrician, I was aware of the scams and tricks older guys did ‘just for a laugh’. Like asking you to go along to the stores and ask for ‘a long stand’ ( just wait there, son ), a can of tartan ink or a ‘skyhook’.
They weren’t going to catch me out. One day the guy I was working with gave me a couple of bob, and asked me to go down to the newsagents for an ounce of Ladies’ Twist. I refused, but regretted it when he chased me and slammed my hand in the door. There was such a popular chewing tobacco masticated by the miners and it looked like this, a strangulated turd:
Ray Swinnerton has found a picture of a ”Lady Twist’ tin on the Net. Not the one I remember, but I thank him nevertheless.
I have found a mention of this baccy on a site about the Northern coalfields. I worked at Thornley Colliery, the one mentioned.
Back to the Point – Gobshites
Administrators love them. Mainly because they make several posts every day. It doesn’t matter they are largely incoherent, don’t understand the rules of argument and will attack other posters on a personal level.
In an easier blogpost I asked if you had enjoyed you schooldays, and especially the works of William Shakespeare. A reminder:
The texts used in schools had all the naughty (filthy) bits taken out. Anything thought to be objectionable or unsuitable was expurgated. Shakespeare’s iconic plays feature risqué humour, with crude jokes hidden throughout his works. See the full post HERE.
On detecting forums the administrators will change established Old English words like shit, piddle and more. ‘Please do not use such language. This is a family forum’. The laugh is I hear words that are genuinely gross and unacceptable uttered by teenagers almost every day. Girls included. And, unlile the way I use them, not always in context.
In the past week I have had a couple of Gobshites berate me for always being negative. WHAT? For nearly 20 years, I have helped promote the hobby in a positive way. Helping detectorists whenever I can, giving advice and getting them published in a national magazine. When I started the blog in 2011, I proudly posted what Paul Barford, renowned blogger residing in Poland, said about me and made it a ‘sticky.’ Many people steered clear, thinking that he was a true friend. Many left, never to return. I think that is the only time I’ve said anything remotely negative about anybody.
One Tekkies Wot Kin Rite It is stunning indictment of the system that the number of UK ‘metal detectorists’ consistently capable of writing a text longer than eight sentences which is coherent, grammatical and with all the words spelt properly can (literally) be counted on the fingers of two hands. So it is nice to see that one of that rare brand (John Winter, aka. ‘Saabman’) has entered the blogging scene to provide a counterpoint to the rather negative press they will get on blogs like mine . . . of course the fact that this gentleman was an English teacher before he retired may have something to do with his being a tekkie with the ability to actually use the language. Barford 2011
My Stout Friend
Shortly after starting my own blog I persuaded my friend and doppelgänger in the States, Dick Stout, to start his own. And what a success it has proved to be. Check it out here:
Dick is also big on nostalgia. He has also been accused of some as ‘continually moaning’. I love the answer to his critics, which goes something like this. This is my blog and I say what I want. If you don’t like it, then you can go elsewhere. Finis. Just the way I feel too.
In the past month I have lost 12 subscribers and gained 2. Any suggestions on what I might be doing wrong? No, forget that. I’m not going out of the way to invite trouble. 🙂
From Sandra Shaw of the UKDFD . . .
Hi John, Can you give this post a bump please, we now have another one on UKDFD, this one is missing the backpart and the decoration is a cross with trefoil terminals, not a common find I wonder they have been imported, possibly from the US, all the suggestions made on your blog have been followed up, I have an image of all five of them which I will send to you. Best regards Sandra.
COMMENTS FROM OTHER MEDIA
Peter Collins said: Well I’ve never read such a load of incoherent rubbish, in all my life. That’s 5 minutes I’ll never get back.
Darren Smith made a very negative comment on FaceAche, but it has now been removed – can’t find it anymore!
Ray Swinnerton, my friend in Oz says, “I haven’t seen a crap post from you yet.”