Bangin' Tunes, Entropy, Kinectic, Shelleys Laserdome, Golden... all fond memories of dancing the night away with the usual 'Where you from, what you on?' at 3AM. It all ended in 1995, moving to London to kick off Clockwork (new media agency started in a cupboard with Jeremy Spiller). At the time E-Motion had a chewn out - The Naughty North to the Sexy South and as they say, the rest is history.
Most kids use a potato and paint to make prints. Not so when I was young. My Dad was an Linotype engineer and typesetter, bringing various pieces of lead home for us to use as stamps. My Mum, a artist and ceramics paintress usually resulted in my sister and I redecorating the house. No surprise when my sister turned in to a professional designer and painter for Moorcroft and has been at the forefront of their latest collection pieces. I remember the day my Dad purchased our first Mac, he needed to retrain in 'System 6' (Mac OS). I couldn't get enough of making flyers, menus and even redesigned the milk order taking forms for a Northern Dairy. ClarisWorks rocked, sort of.
Goin up Hanley duck? The dialect of The Potteries is a difficult one to follow. A mash of Brummie, Scouse, Manc with a helping of Yorkshire for some strange reason results in an accent where people can't place you. The language is at its most broad down the mines (pits) and cermanic factories (pots). Here's a translation guide so you know what the hell I'm on abite:
Pits |
Pots |
Faves |
| Injun | Dippin ice | Abite |
| Reels | Pot Bonk | Bost |
| Wale | Mowd Maccer | Con |
| Yedding | Threwer | Adner |
| Snappin Tarm | Tay Pots | Owd |
| Weest | Peentress | Sose |
Local sayings
If thee kicks a bo aginst a wo theyd bost eetEh cudna punch a ole threw a wet Sentnel
If er gits any thinner er'll fo dine a grid in th strate
Fost things fost
Thees now plees lark wom
