@@hmq9052Looks that way to a modernist lefty yes. I'd say this modern cold, perverted immoral society where all the weaklings get offended by everything is grim.
What a fantastic programme. I wish our country was still like this, full of proper yorkshire culture and great northern characters. Unfortunately that's all disappearing in the whole of the country before our very eyes.
We always look back with nostalgia but I suggest you watch Kes or more recently, The Long Shadow about The Yorkshire Ripper. It was a miserable time, full of strife, corruption, and poverty.
About 20 years ago I was in Greenwich Village in New York and spotted a bar called The Slaughtered Lamb. I took it to be a homage to the film American Werewlf in London and went in to have a look. The first thing I saw as I walked in was a life sizes poster of Brian Glover in full blood curdling story attitude - it made my day.
I saw it years ago and never saw it again until I managed to get hold of this good quality copy. It is a brilliant snippet of history of the town and people.
That was an interesting video. Brian Glover and Charlie Williams were very likeable characters. Scargill (16:40) : "Quite honestly, I wouldn't leave this area for all the tea in china." It wasn't long before he was ensconced in The Barbican, London.
A class act was Brian Glover ,a great actor .and the bouts with him and Les Kellet are some of the best and funniest bits of wrestling I have ever seen as a nipper in the 70’s .Saturday afternoons on world of sport ,me and me old grandad would watch together and cry with laughter when they were on . Sadly both are now gone..but both are not forgotten ❤
Quality! I was 18 when that was made, working in a drawing office on t' railway, £26 a week take home was about right. Different world, another country. Brian Glover, top bloke.
That market in Barnsley very much reminded me of the old St John’s market in Liverpool. I was 9 years old when this film was made and I used to like Brian glover , great character sadly no longer with us.
Arthur Scargill's comb-over is truly epic: it's like one of the 7 wonders of the world. You have to pay nearly £20 to visit Buckingham Palace: just think how much Arthur could charge you to see that.
What a great little find this was,such an interesting timepiece of whats gone and changed so much,i was in Barnsley Tuesday and it's still a fine town with friendly folk.
Was trying to work it out by the the car's, and when the young lad said what he was earning, not to mention the fashion. Reminder of the Wheeltapers and the Good Old Days entertainment I'd see in my teens.
Yes, I remember the old market as a young lad, being dragged around when 4 or 5, in wet, miserable northern weather. It could get cold back then as well, winters ranging from Oct/Nov to March/April, full-blooded winters. Everything was communal and busy and integrated. Now folk don't mix the same. Poor town centres. All off to their nearest Morrison's, and stay in for a movie and a bottle. Back then pubs and clubs were full 6 days a week in my town, and still busy on the 7th night, the quietest, which was Wednesday. Aye, they liked a pint or two in Barnsley.
@@excelents Hot summer. I was meant to be doing A Levels, but usually finished up walking darn Cortonwood Pit Lane, where just rand corner at end, wet Perech Pond. An old slurry pond |I think, but there were fish in it, and if they could swim in it, why curnt we...even skinny dipped one late simmer's eve. HReal hot summer that one, phew! I need an ice cream, or two.
People mixed, as they liked to work and play hard, and there were plenty of pubs and clubs with cheap ale and fags and music. It was all so communal, until the pits went. Never the same, sadly.
My Dad was out with his mates one afternoon. They went in the Junction pub. After a while in came Brian with some mates. They must have won a match, or Barnsley FC did because he was in a jubilant mood. He bought everyone in the Junction a pint. Top bloke, he’s missed for sure.
I remember seeing Brian at a wresting match at Leeds Town hall in seventies once and his favourite line when knocked his opponent down was "ow about that then!" It felt great to be a Yorkshire man when heard I him talk. Still does.
My grandad lived in Barnsley and was a coal miner. His surname was Williams. He told me Charlie Williams was my uncle, his brother. I didn’t know Charlie was black until it was pointed out to me. The innocence of youth
That was wonderful. I miss Brian Glover. I saw him once come into a pub in Covent Garden in Jan 1987 and neck a short, leaving almost as quickly as he came in. I wish I had had the courage to speak to him but I was a young 20 year old photo student on a field trip to London for the day. Dennis Quilley also came in so it must have been "La Cage aux Folles" as Brian was also cast in it. Must have been the afternoon interval.
Mark Jones, another one of "Busby's babes" is buried in nearby Wombwell (his birthplace) Cemetery too. Surprised he never got a mention as well but if he's focusing on Barnsley Town Centre I guess it would be a bit out of the way.
I AM SO GLAD THAT MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE,-CANT SEE WHATS HAPPENED TO THEIR COUNTRY-I LOVE NORHERN FOLK,-THEY ARE THE BEST !--I LIVED UP NORTH,-1977,-ABOUT WHEN THIS FILM WAS MADE !--IN OLDHAM,-THEY KILLED THAT TOWN TOO !
Barnsley was always ahead in things...even new hairstyles, and Rigger bags, out of your £26 quid a week for doing the haulage work darn pit. All my mates at 16/17 had a pair, almost touching their nipple ends, so perhaps there was some subconscious Freudian behaviour there, along with the tattoo displays on their arms, chests and back.
I have to say, I'm glad I came across this. It puts things in perspective meaning I always watch the britcom called summer wine. And there's an episode where a guy was talking about hearing a supernatural voice, with a Barnsley accent. This makes sense now 😂😂😂😂😊😊
Charlie was from Royston,the late news reader Leonard Parkin was a friend of Charlie’s, Charlie worked at Upton Colliery and Leonard Parkins father was the manager.
Several generations of my family are buried in Monk Bretton Cemetery. My grandparent's grave is only a few feet away from Tommy Tayler. My mom and my stepfather are buried at the far end to the left of the main roadway. Left Monk Bretton in 1949 for Chicago but have been back.
I enjoyed that. I knew a couple of people from Barnsley when I was a student and I have to say, I've never met nicer, more down-to-earth people than them. Is this common to people from Barnsley? Also, seeing Lara Rostron there in the ITV studio, reminded me of the time I saw her at the Durham Miners Gala. She just emerged from nowhere and looked right into my eyes...and I thought, wow... she's as beautiful in real life as she is before the camera.
Lucky she did as far as the Labour Party were concerned as the woke disaster which is the modern Labour Party would have had every pit shut in a second to go along with their green nonsense. And if they'd still been open Labour and their love of the EU would have flooded them with European miners undercutting the native workers.
Amazing how many professional Yorkshiremen come from Barnsley: Brian Glover, Dickie Bird, Michael Parkinson, Charlie Williams, Ian MacMillan, Ashley Jackson, Arthur Scargill to name but a few. Imagine if all the bigger places in the county e.g. Leeds, Sheffield, Bradford, York, Hull, Middlesbrough, Huddersfield, Halifax, Rotherham churned 'em out at the same rate!
plays a role in Ken Loachs Film KES. A depressing but rueful last look at northern life and its language. Casper is a sorry little site , with a wayward mother, he escapes and finds his love of birds of prey.. until his big brother steps in