“Had yer Jaw!” What an expression!
Yer divven’t need a Phd in Sociolinguistics to work out the meaning. It means “Shut up!” here in Geordieland and was part of a Joe Wilson piece shared by Alan in last night’s Poetry with Friends at The Mission.
Joe Wilson was a Geordie concert hall song-writer and performer in the mid-19th century. His most famous song is Keep yor Feet still Geordie Hinny and he was a contemporary of George “Geordie” Ridley who wrote the Blaydon Races.
The theme of last night’s Poetry with Friends at The Mission was North East poets and poetry. It was set by Geoff last time but I’d forgotten all about it and turned up with a poem by Olivia Cole called Gossip Column. I still got to read it. It’s a goodie!
Linda, Pat, Stella and Alan kept to the evening’s theme. Elizabeth brought poems relating to the theme (Holidays) for the next Poetry with Friends in Whitley Bay Library and David brought what he fancied…as he always does. He never sticks to the themes we set but he does bake exceedingly good biscuits…
In between sharing poems by Elaine Feinstein (no she’s not a North East poet), Sheree Mack, Alan Armstrong and Andy Croft we talked about politics, plagarism and the actor John “Z Cars” Woodvine who apparently used to perform Joe Wilson songs.
Gail spotted a fox out of the window and Pat pointed out a rainbow on the sea’s horizon.
I enjoyed Linda’s rendition of Cullercoats Bay by Jack Robson. Here it is:
In many strange lands o’er the ocean I’ve been,
And countless the beautiful sights I have seen,
But I’m a Tynesider, and proudly must say,
I’ve seen nothing finer than Cullercoats Bay.
The men go fishing, I’ve met by the score,
They spin the same yarns both abroad and ashore:
But give me the language that’s spoken my way,
Sweet music to exiles from Cullercoats Bay.
I love the small houses where fisher-folk bide,
So neat, and so tidy, if you peep inside:
Fresh lobsters, and crabs at the doors they display,
And sell, Canny Hinny, at Cullercoats Bay.
How well I remember those mates that I knew,
We talked on the Bank Top as sailormen do:
But when seas were raging, all ready were they,
To man the old lifeboat, at Cullercoats Bay.
And when I grow old, and go sailing no more,
I’ll make for the harbour I fondly adore:
And there, in life’s gloaming, with each passing day,
I’ll thank the Almighty for Cullercoats Bay.
Our next theme set by Linda and inspired by the view out of the windows at The Mission is The Weather. I will do my homework for the session which takes place on June 2nd.