<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:53:27.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Williamson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-7486544619773567885</id><published>2007-02-04T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:44:25.917Z</updated><title type='text'>Ann Twerp</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vszEafGETg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vszEafGETg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33445866-7486544619773567885?l=bob-williamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/7486544619773567885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33445866&amp;postID=7486544619773567885&amp;isPopup=true' title='74 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/7486544619773567885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/7486544619773567885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/2007/02/ann-twerp_04.html' title='Ann Twerp'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>74</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-116879053957722180</id><published>2007-01-14T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:28:15.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Hollands Meat Pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCF693HA_40"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCF693HA_40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33445866-116879053957722180?l=bob-williamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/116879053957722180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33445866&amp;postID=116879053957722180&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/116879053957722180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/116879053957722180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/2007/01/hollands-meat-pies.html' title='Hollands Meat Pies'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-115831353810450448</id><published>2006-09-15T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:39:01.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PASTYMAN IS A BREEDING CULT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/1600/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/320/pie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours that the ancient tribe of half man- half pastie folk were a figment of comedian Bob Williamson's imagination were completely smashed today when a second dismembered head was unearthed and was pronounced to be FEMALE! &lt;br /&gt;A spokesman for Max Clifford said the idea was to send her to California where she would fit right in with all the old film stars and rich widows who are so full of Botox that they look exactly like her. English Heritage are to launch a campaign to keep both her and Pastyman in this country. Fears of a coup by the pasty folk against humans were being monitored by a group of freedom fighter based around Greenhalgh's pie shop, in Bolton, where the pastyfolk were thought to have originated. &lt;br /&gt;" Now that a female has been found, it means there could be thousands of children" said one of the guerrillas known only as Meatloaf  just minutes before he was carried away by the men in white coats.&lt;br /&gt;This is thought to be the finest archaeological find since 1922 when Tutankahmun was discovered by Carter, before he went off to join Reagan in ITV's THE SWEENEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33445866-115831353810450448?l=bob-williamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/115831353810450448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33445866&amp;postID=115831353810450448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115831353810450448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115831353810450448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/2006/09/pastyman-is-breeding-cult.html' title='PASTYMAN IS A BREEDING CULT'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-115755185397242851</id><published>2006-09-06T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:20:49.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, IT'S ONLY A BLOG!</title><content type='html'>What the Dickens is going on here? I nip into Bolton to feed the lions on the town hall steps and when I return, I find that the page has been infiltrated by members of the terrorist  wing of the KER-PLUNK PLAYERS FREEDOM FIGHTERS who are staging a civil war on my blog. I set up this meeting place along the lines of the 1960's flower children ethos of free love, non violence, free love, jokes, funny rhymes, comedy songs......and free love. So can we call a halt to the name calling and concentrate on having fun (and free love), Many thank yous to Pam who has gone for a long lie down. Remember the words of Bob Dylan: How many roads must a man walk down before he'll admit that he's lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33445866-115755185397242851?l=bob-williamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/115755185397242851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33445866&amp;postID=115755185397242851&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115755185397242851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115755185397242851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/2006/09/calm-down-calm-down-its-only-blog.html' title='CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, IT&apos;S ONLY A BLOG!'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-115692197534925060</id><published>2006-08-30T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:26:23.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVERED HEAD FOUND IN BOLTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sleepy fishing village of Bolton was rocked today when news of a grisly discovery shocked the entire queue of the local Co-op.&lt;br /&gt;What appeared to be the disembodied head of the now extinct Pasty-man tribe was dug up in the back garden of coronation day flag seller Mister Tyrone Shoelaces. It was the biggest shock I've had since I last worked in 1953 said Shoelaces (98). "I was trying to dig up a turnip for my tea when my trowel hit something strange" he dribbled. Little did he know that his quest for food would lead to the archeological find of the last 3 millennia: an almost perfect example of the head of the long forgotten species of half man- half pasty folk (see photo below). An acknowledged expert from Accrington university pronounced it as being the nearest thing to the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/1600/Bob"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/320/Bob%27sPastie.0.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;legendary missing link since chavs were discovered in Chorley and Time Team presenter Tony Robinson said he wished Ben Elton would write another series of Blackadder so he wouldn't have to spend so much time messing around in dirt. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/1600/Bob"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All round know-it-all Professor Heinz Wolff was unavailable for comment but schoolboy Bill Dingsite said it looked like his school lunch which he dropped yesterday in Mr Shoelaces garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo: The Half Man half Pastie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/1600/Bob"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33445866-115692197534925060?l=bob-williamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/115692197534925060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33445866&amp;postID=115692197534925060&amp;isPopup=true' title='518 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115692197534925060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115692197534925060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/2006/08/severed-head-found-in-bolton.html' title='SEVERED HEAD FOUND IN BOLTON'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>518</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-115671603005055591</id><published>2006-08-27T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:07:46.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Toast - A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Textsize"&gt;HOT                                        TOAST&lt;br /&gt;                                     by&lt;br /&gt;                                     Bob Williamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                      &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When                                        Jonathon Cooper came home from school&lt;br /&gt;                                     He started to cry and to cry.&lt;br /&gt;                                     He cried and he cried for nearly three weeks                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                     And his mum started wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     "What's a matter young John?" his mother                                        did ask.&lt;br /&gt;                                     "Has't been caught peein' up bog wall again?                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                     Or has Mr Kneetrembler given you't stick                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                     For playing at darts wi' yer pen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;                                        &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"It's                                          nothing like that mum" Jonathon said.                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       "It's all got to do with me willy.&lt;br /&gt;                                       We were measuring 'em in't showers like,                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       Just after games and mine was so small                                          it looked silly".&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                       "Right!" said his mum. "Down t' gypsies                                          we'll go.&lt;br /&gt;                                       Some of them spells as we'll borra.&lt;br /&gt;                                       They'll make it go grow long right away.                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       You'll be tripping over the bugger tomorra".                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                       Well next morning at gypsies John showed                                          his complaint.&lt;br /&gt;                                       It was certainly nothing to boast.&lt;br /&gt;                                       And the gypsy first thought he's sprouted                                          a worm&lt;br /&gt;                                       And then he prescribed John - "Hot Toast".&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                       "Hot Toast?" said his mum. "have you gone                                          bloody mad?&lt;br /&gt;                                       It's his willy that's lacking you twit!                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       Why, just look at the poor little thing                                          hanging there.&lt;br /&gt;                                       At tea time, I've ate bigger chips!"&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                       "It's a common complaint, Mrs Cooper"                                          he said.&lt;br /&gt;                                       "And mostly from men don't you know.&lt;br /&gt;                                       But nature has found the best cure of                                          them all&lt;br /&gt;                                       'Cos hot buttered toast makes 'em grow".                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                       The next morning at breakfast young Johnny                                          came down&lt;br /&gt;                                       And he looked like he'd just seen a ghost.                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       'Cos on every plate piled high up to the                                          roof...&lt;br /&gt;                                       Were hundreds of pieces of toast.&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                       "I can't eat all that, mum" Jonathon said                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       And his face it grew morbid and sad.&lt;br /&gt;                                       "That's all right luv, there's just two                                          for you...&lt;br /&gt;                                       The rest of 'em's all for yer dad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33445866-115671603005055591?l=bob-williamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/feeds/115671603005055591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33445866&amp;postID=115671603005055591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115671603005055591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33445866/posts/default/115671603005055591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-williamson.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-toast-poem.html' title='Hot Toast - A Poem'/><author><name>Bob Williamson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344645580364597305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445866.post-115671541729182246</id><published>2006-08-27T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:20:25.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 19px 23px; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is Bob Williamson?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 16px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is a fondly remembered 'folk comedian' from Bolton - he  appeared on the legendary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lanky Spoken Here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  along with fellow Boltonian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bernard Wrigley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Fivepenny Piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gary &amp; Vera Aspey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and others. Starting in the 1970s along with other  entertainers who became famous through their folk club performances (Mike  Harding, Bernard Wrigley, Jasper Carrott, Fred Wedlock, Max Boyce, etc.), Bob  made three classic comedy albums, appeared on TV and radio and toured the  country and the world. Sadly for all of us, and especially him, he injured  himself badly and is now unable to perform. But his legacy lives on. And so does  he, still in Bolton! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But let Bob tell  you about himself - he can do it better nor I can:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 21px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Early  Daze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 12px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I asked my dad which part on my child hood he enjoyed  most... he said the conception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; He used to carry me everywhere on his shoulders...  bloody uncomfortable in the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Then my mother tells me I've got my fathers eyes... I  feel dreadful now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; On my dad's 80th birthday he informed me he didn't want  to go into a home... especially mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; When I was growing up, I wanted to be a Formula 1 racing  driver,  But God gave me a personality so that ruined that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I lived for a while in a tower block flat, not much but  at least it was a roof under my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 12px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Left school and in order to keep myself off the streets  I got a job as a postman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; ...but was fired for writing OH YES THEY DO across every  envelope that said PHOTOGRAPHS DO NOT BEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I was destined to be a doctor but I failed just ONE exam  (my 11 plus).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I gave up smoking using acupuncture... I pricked the  cigs with needles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 12px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bob met his first wife at a séance. He was a regular and  she was a medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Then he had a psychic girlfriend but she left him before  they met"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 12px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Showbiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 12px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bob was in a few pop groups who, curiously, went on to  bigger things the moment Bob left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 12px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob and Garfunkel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick, Titch and  Bob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. And, most  frighteningly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE JACKSON  6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 19px 23px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haven't I seen him somewhere?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 16px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, he was in a couple of episodes of the award winning  comedy series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phoenix  Nights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, created by fellow  Boltonian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter  Kay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. He auditioned for  the club twice, but failed to get a booking, in spite of his monkey partner  stealing the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 19px 23px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What records did he make?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0px 16px 38px; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/1600/bob2005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 229px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3672/320/bob2005a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; made three highly acclaimed albums - his first,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Super  Turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; on Joe Stead's  legendary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Folk  All&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;label was followed  by two albums on EMI's One Up label &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob Williamson's Greatest Hits Vol.  6?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still Hazy After All These  Beers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. Here's a picture  of Bob with his albums and the monkey as proof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="margin: 0px 0px 16px 38px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; sought-after record &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lanky Spoken Here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, issued on EMI, featured Bob with other Lancashire  artists including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gary &amp; Vera Aspey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bernard Wrigley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fivepenny Piece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. The record was a Lancashire dialect tutorial,  interpersed with humorous songs. The '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lanky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;' words and phrases were 'translated' into English by  the posh-voiced former BBC newsreader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robert Dougall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, among others. The album is now available on CD - for  more details see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/scrumpy/5pp/5pclanky.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Lanky  Spoken Here! 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