Muffin or Barm

citykev28 said:
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft c**t.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
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Stagecoach wasnt formed until 1980 so i call bullshit. Muffin
 
nelsons willie said:
citykev28 said:
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft c**t.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
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Stagecoach wasnt formed until 1980 so i call bullshit. Muffin
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Televisions weren't commonplace in 1949 but George Orwell knew his onions. Barm.
 
citykev28 said:
nelsons willie said:
citykev28 said:
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft c**t.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
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Stagecoach wasnt formed until 1980 so i call bullshit. Muffin
Click to expand...

Televisions weren't commonplace in 1949 but George Orwell knew his onions. Barm.
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But quite soon the train drew away into open country, and that seemed strange, almost as strange as someone calling a muffin a barm. Road to wigan pier George Orwell
 
Eric Arthur Blair, known by his pen name George Orwell, was an English novelist, essayist, journalist and critic and knew nothing about bread.

Born: June 25, 1903, Motihari, India
Died: January 21, 1950, London.

Only went to Wigan to live with pie eaters. Down and out in Wigan.


MUFFIN
 
shadygiz said:
nimrod said:
shadygiz said:
yup, i'm in the heart of muffin country ;p
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as you drive along ashton new (or old) road towards m/cr where does it change from muffin to barm ?
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as a guess, i would say droylsden or gorton....but i reckon the chippies still say chip muffin on the menu boards ;)
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Ex Gortonian here....always MUFFIN
 
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