Birth place of Heinz baked beans, Pataks Indian foods, Potters herbal remedies and Uncle Joe's Mint Balls. Thomas Beecham first manufactured his famous pills in Wigan. Marks and Spencer was born in Wigan when Michael Marks joined forces with Thomas Spencer in 1894. As a sort of Hull connection, the folk-rockers the Tansads are from Wigan. George Formby Senior first named it Wigan Pier. Wigan's war memorial was designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, who also designed red telephone boxes. As he never reads these, Chaz won't work out I'm just cutting and pasting the old ones, which is still more than that lazy sod does. During its heyday, the town featured at least 1,000 coal pit shafts. Wigan Borough has roughly the same population as Iceland. Wigan has more pie shops per square mile than any other town in the UK. The World Pie Eating Championships are held in Wigan every year and contestants from all over compete to eat a meat and potato pie in the fastest possible time. The current record is 38 seconds. The 19th Century Coal-Owner, Lord Crawford of Balcarres had dinner services made from the unusually hard and clean 'cannel' coal found in his Wigan seams. He would amaze his guests by ceremonially burning their plates on an open fire after the meal.
Eating a meat and potato pie in 38 seconds...My lads got a bull mastiff that could rattle 6 in that time. Chazz is sure to read this,it's early in the season and his span of attention is sharp at the moment.Give it 4 or 5 months and he'll give it a quick skim through
Wholesale changes I think with insurance on the bench. Hoping Tom signs and gets to play, him and Smith in midfield would be a good watch.
On 31st January 1936 the Eton-educated, southern journalist Eric Blair travelled from London to Wigan to research poverty among the northern coal-mining towns. He spent the next two months in Wigan, Barnsley and Sheffield. In Wigan he lived above a tripe shop. His book, 'The Road To Wigan Pier', was published under his pen-name, George Orwell. The first part, an anecdotal account of poverty in the 1930s depression, is still worth reading. The second part, a hand-wringing analysis of why socialism appeals to the middle class more than to the working class, may be of interest only to Kier Starmer. Apparently, cold tripe with vinegar was a common dish, perhaps because it was cheap. Given our greater prosperity and access to a wider range of foodstuffs, I can think of a couple of ways in which this dish may be improved: 1. According to preference, serve with a side dish of either hot mushy peas or curry sauce; 2. Don't eat the tripe.
Never knew that. I've seen tripe with a green tinge to it, I just thought it was white tripe getting a bit old!
When I was a lad my dad had a love of tripe and onions. Done in milk and with loads of white pepper which always made him sneeze. The smell of it cooking made me go outside and it looked like something the dog had brought up. Used to think my mother must really love my dad to cook that as she never ate it. Even when you see the likes of Rick Stein in France going on about how wonderful they do it and all that it turns my stomach. A choice of that or starving and I would go for the slow painful death every time.
My dad loved it as well. He said it was beautiful. I wouldn't touch it. The name alone was enough to put me off. How can something called tripe be any good? For you young people, tripe is another word for rubbish. Maybe tripe eating was a generational thing based around limited incomes. I don't know any one who eats it nowadays.
We weren't too badly off and ate well. Think my dad got the taste for it off his dad who was a butcher. When he was growing up in the 1930s his dad's job meant though they had very little money they ate comparatively well.
Once used the word tripe to describe something in an essay and got a rollicking from the English teacher who said there was no such word. Wasn't impressed when I told him my dad often had no such word and onions for tea. Insisted I changed it to trite.
during the war there was little meat available for the masses so only really offal available - thats when folk got a taste for tripe - i do remember when young the smell of tripe cooking for grandpas tea made me want to heave -guess when you are really hungry and nowt else you ate what was available
Would rather eat my own ****, looks disgusting, smells disgusting and after trying a tiny bit..taste ****ing disgusting!!!!!
My dad didn't get a taste for it during the war he was in the navy and they didn't get it there. My neighbour likes tripe, he has to cook it as his wife won't, but is too young to have had it during the war. Heaven knows why anyone should start eating it when they don't have to.
My dad was similar, loved a bit of tripe and when he was cooking it and for what seemed like the next three days you could smell the bugger .. fkn stunk
