Togo - // Indeed Tills. Wilf Bloor used to write a column in the Sentinal. I like the fact that it is published by Clayhanger Press. At Wolstanton Grammar there was an annual recitation in a N.Staffs dialect competition. The dafter the story the better. The school was determined to erase the potteries dialect from the pupils and the masters would pull us up if we used it and correct our utterings in Queens own. Used to call us Staffordshire clods. It still makes me laugh. They would get locked up now for upsetting the little darlings. Not sure they were too successful to be honest, but on prize giving day it was one event that was looked forward to //
I'm an ex-Wolstanton boy myself, and I remember they had Potteries dialect stories in the school magazine.
Of course, you will remember that the *** (our esteemed Head Mr Williams) had pretensions for our school, sadly not met with the material he had to work with!
Yes he had the gorgeous frontage where only Six Formers could sedately walk, but the other five forms were the rest of the school, stuck around the back with the coke heaps and the kitchens and the bogs, getting dirty and making a racket.
And his beloved rugby, not football, and masters in gowns, and all of us addressed by our surnames, it was a very different world.
But as you say, the dialect was still around then, and although it is dying out, I do like to read the old stories and I, as I am sure you, and most locals do, translate them as they sound out loud the phonetic written language, and keep the accent alive.
You will understand this, as will other Stokies, for the rest it will be a mystery -
"Sit thee dine owd, thee looks clemmed!!"