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Donner meat-mad-man
Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.
Talke is a village in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

The village of Talke is in Staffordshire, England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme. There once was a fruit and veg. shop and Post Office called ‘Vince’s.’  This store or typically northerners 1970s con-vience shop was in Unity Way, Talke. Which was, and still is in a rather shabby council estate built in the 1970’s. Full of unemployed young men abusing and selling drugs, over-weight single mothers on state benefits and the location of Vince’s rather disgusting cockroach-rat-infested shop full of out-of-date shite food that the locals snapped up at Vince’s super-lowest-low-prices!‘Get-it-while-u-can!’ he would shout out around the streets of Talke from his jam packed shitty little van full of crap food and stuffed full of other bollox you didn’t really want! But, he some how managed get you buy it off him! The Cunt! Vince’s other favourite saying and key to his business success of his shop and life-long motto of his v. v. surprising and rather amazingly long existence as a very dodgy food retailer and a credit to his rather unusual business acumen was:
“Where There’s Mold? There’s GOLD!”

It was open during the 1980’s and early 1990’s. After which it closed. Thank F.! Probably after a Health & Safety law violation and inevitable inspection by a local government Environmental Health Officer. Who most probably, and almost certainly, condemned the place and had Vince’s fruit & veg. shop shut down with immediate effect! And then had Vince banged up for 50 years for breaking every F.in’ Consumer Health act and local and national government’s directives and laws on food hygiene and consumer protection since the F.in’ early 1820’s!Vince’s old shop is now ‘Manhattan Pizza.’ A rather horrible, Pakistani fast-food outlet selling over priced 32″ inch Pizzas, horrible greasy, v. soggy, & v. thin French fries and disgusting Donner Kebabs to all  the TV coach potatoes in the local area and in the vicinity of Unity Way council estate.Donner Kebabs consist of one small pita bread stuffed full with the most fowl mix of dog-food like Donner ‘meat’ (If u can call that shite meat!) cabbage, so called ‘mixed salads’ and other bollox.

All christened with the most fowl super red-hot chilli sauce. That only absolute idiots or, pissed out of their minds nut-bags would dare ever attempt to put in their mouths. Or, even contemplate eating. As it burns the F. out of your throat and sets fire to your belly, as well as the horrid greasy Donner meat food poisoning you are most certainly gonna experience soon after the consumption of a Donner Kebab dirt-box on a post-piss-up-take-away-filthy-feed. As it is left spit roasting for days. Vertically. Like some deranged elephant’s foot or lower leg. Going round and around for days.
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Saving Captain and Private Bennets

Seems there’s more interesting stories in the Newcastle Staffordshire graveyard of Saint Margarets. ..

I stumbled upon this gravestone at the rear of the old ancient cemetery.

Seems we have there a gravestone that records the death of three brothers the Bennet family of Porthill during World War I  (1914 -1918). Two soldiers including Captain Bennet and his younger brother plus a boy of 15 or 16 in 1915.

Looks like their mother Mrs Bennet lost three sons during the First World War or Great War ..looks to me as if the first son may not have been recorded by His Majesty’s Armed Forces as the youngest killed early in 1915 is under age of military service personnel allowed .and like many young men at the outbreak of World War I joined up looking for adventure and glory.

Like my great uncle killed in 1918 serving with the Nottinghamshire Rifle regiment who joined up, maybe like Mrs Bennets youngest son, at 15 years of age.

As falsification of ID was not rigorously controlled by the recruiting officers at the time of the WW1. The Bennets of Porthill Newcastle Staffordshire may have lost three sons.

Captain Bennet towards the end of the war and his younger brother killed on Hill 40 probably during one the of battles of the Ypes salient in Flanders around 1916 -1917. As well as a third under age son possibly their kid brother early in the war in 1914 – 1915.

If so we must acknowledge this sacrifice officially if the history records show this to be so or I’m right in my assumptions? !