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			<title>Squiz the Geordie?</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:15:22 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Well sort of, lol.  My Grandad was a Geordie, I man I loved and hero worshipped.  When I was twelve he was painting the front of our house, a large bay fronted Semi, when the ladders were at the very top of the Gable end, he put me over his shoulder and carried me to the very top, although I was absolutely shitting myself due to the height and the manner in which I was ascending the ladders, lol, it never once occured to me that he would drop me.  This was typical of a norml day in the presence of my Grandad, lol.  To me my Grandad was Superman.  He really was as strong as an Ox and hard as nails, and boxed for the Army for a few years,but never a man to start anything, but always finished it, if the occasion demanded it!  He worked every hour of every day that was available to him and jobs on the side too!!  Yet the same man would sink 6 pints in his dinner hour and straight to the pub from work for a few more before arriving at home for tea.  He epitomised the saying "Work hard, Play hard".  He provided well for his family his whole life and was loved by all that knew him.  I miss him dearly to this day, he always raised our spirits when times were tough and always had a tale to tell, they were fantastic stories and you know what, they may well have not even have been true stories or accurate stories, but I didn't care then and I don't care now, I would still sit rivetted listening to him reel them out.  Anyway, the reason I'm boring you all to death with this one is because a well known Geordie that has lived in my home town of Barrow-in-Furness for 30yrs or more (as did my Grandad) wrote a poem that was published in our local paper recently.  It's called "What Is A Geordie", it brought a tear to my eye at one point and I hope you like it, because it really hit a note with me and brought many happy thoughts of my Grandad flooding back.  So here it is, I hope you like it.  Btw, the gentleman Geordie that wrote it is called Albert Hall (Yup, that's his real name) and he'll love the fact it's appearing on here too.  I'm not suggesting it's likely to win notable literary prizes, but I thank Albert for making my heart smile when I read it.  I'm also very glad I live in a Shipbuilding town as that's what brought my Grandad here and where he met my Nan.
 
*_What is a Geordie_*
 
What is a Geordie?  Many people have often ask
To give a definition is not an easy task
Some think he is a heathen, who grows leeks and lives on beer.
But if you listen for a while, I'll give you my idea.
 
When God first made this Universe, his handy work was grand.
He made a man of every creed, to cultivate each land.
He made Eskimos for Iceland, Africans to stand the heat.
But when it came to Geordieland, he says I'm really beat.
So he made man of iron with muscles of forged steel.
For heaving coal and building ships, a job that he done weel.
And just to finish off his job, as least so I've been told.
He completed his first Geordie, by giving him a heart of Gold.
So when you ask!  What is a Geordie?  Just stop and think again.
If it wasn't for Geordie Stivinson, we'd had ne railway train.
And, auld Joe Swan from Sunderland, first made electric light.
And St George slew the Dragon, I'm very sure that's right.
 
So D'ye wonder that I'm proud to be a Geordie lad.
A first class team, the world's best beer, surely that can't be bad.
and when me earthly days are done, and I leave this world of sin.
 
I'd like to hear St Peter say,
 
Howay Geordie lad, 
it's your turn to get them in.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Well sort of, lol.  My Grandad was a Geordie, I man I loved and hero worshipped.  When I was twelve he was painting the front of our house, a large bay fronted Semi, when the ladders were at the very top of the Gable end, he put me over his shoulder and carried me to the very top, although I was absolutely shitting myself due to the height and the manner in which I was ascending the ladders, lol, it never once occured to me that he would drop me.  This was typical of a norml day in the presence of my Grandad, lol.  To me my Grandad was Superman.  He really was as strong as an Ox and hard as nails, and boxed for the Army for a few years,but never a man to start anything, but always finished it, if the occasion demanded it!  He worked every hour of every day that was available to him and jobs on the side too!!  Yet the same man would sink 6 pints in his dinner hour and straight to the pub from work for a few more before arriving at home for tea.  He epitomised the saying &quot;Work hard, Play hard&quot;.  He provided well for his family his whole life and was loved by all that knew him.  I miss him dearly to this day, he always raised our spirits when times were tough and always had a tale to tell, they were fantastic stories and you know what, they may well have not even have been true stories or accurate stories, but I didn't care then and I don't care now, I would still sit rivetted listening to him reel them out.  Anyway, the reason I'm boring you all to death with this one is because a well known Geordie that has lived in my home town of Barrow-in-Furness for 30yrs or more (as did my Grandad) wrote a poem that was published in our local paper recently.  It's called &quot;What Is A Geordie&quot;, it brought a tear to my eye at one point and I hope you like it, because it really hit a note with me and brought many happy thoughts of my Grandad flooding back.  So here it is, I hope you like it.  Btw, the gentleman Geordie that wrote it is called Albert Hall (Yup, that's his real name) and he'll love the fact it's appearing on here too.  I'm not suggesting it's likely to win notable literary prizes, but I thank Albert for making my heart smile when I read it.  I'm also very glad I live in a Shipbuilding town as that's what brought my Grandad here and where he met my Nan.<br />
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<div align="center"><b><u><font size="3">What is a Geordie</font></u></b><br />
 </div><div align="left"><font size="3">What is a Geordie?  </font><font size="3">Many people have often ask</font><br />
<font size="3">To give a definition is not an easy task</font><br />
<font size="3">Some think he is a heathen, who grows leeks and lives on beer.</font><br />
<font size="3">But if you listen for a while, I'll give you my idea.</font><br />
 <br />
<font size="3">When God first made this Universe, his handy work was grand.</font><br />
<font size="3">He made a man of every creed, to cultivate each land.</font><br />
<font size="3">He made Eskimos for Iceland, Africans to stand the heat.</font><br />
<font size="3">But when it came to Geordieland, he says I'm really beat.</font><br />
<font size="3">So he made man of iron with muscles of forged steel.</font><br />
<font size="3">For heaving coal and building ships, a job that he done weel.</font><br />
<font size="3">And just to finish off his job, as least so I've been told.</font><br />
<font size="3">He completed his first Geordie, by giving him a heart of Gold.</font><br />
<font size="3">So when you ask!  What is a Geordie?  Just stop and think again.</font><br />
<font size="3">If it wasn't for Geordie Stivinson, we'd had ne railway train.</font><br />
<font size="3">And, auld Joe Swan from Sunderland, first made electric light.</font><br />
<font size="3">And St George slew the Dragon, I'm very sure that's right.</font><br />
 <br />
<font size="3">So D'ye wonder that I'm proud to be a Geordie lad.</font><br />
<font size="3">A first class team, the world's best beer, surely that can't be bad.</font><br />
<font size="3">and when me earthly days are done, and I leave this world of sin.</font><br />
 <br />
<font size="3">I'd like to hear St Peter say,</font><br />
 <br />
<font size="3">Howay Geordie lad, </font><br />
<font size="3">it's your turn to get them in.</font></div></div>

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			<title>Monthly meet</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:14:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>With Wednesday being the last of the month are we still on for the monthly meet at the Tavern? As I have just arrived home it would be nice to catch up with some of you lot again!:smile:</description>
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