The organiser of two celebrations of the Bradford born writer J.B.Priestley’s birthday has declared them to be the best ever.

Bradford based poet and showman Glyn Watkins has been doing a ‘Pie and Priestley Show since 1998, celebrating J.B.Priestley’s birthday and a Bradford meat and potato pie that defied Hitler, that Priestley made world famous in a World War Two broadcast). This year he did a show at the Jacobs Well pub on Sunday, and led a walk around Bradford on Monday 13th September, Priestley’s, and his, birthday. Of the Sunday show Glyn said:

“Everyone in the audience said they enjoyed it. Local film maker Jim Walker told me it was brilliant, and someone else told me they did not know what to expect, but when I pulled a Maggie Thatcher head out of a bucket and did a ventriloquist version of ‘When We Are Married’ he was startled, but it were the bit he enjoyed the most!

The walk went really well too. We were lucky with the weather and not only did everyone enjoy my readings from Priestley but a lot of the people know more than I did about some of the places we passed. local historian Janet Senior especially taught me a lot. 

Probably the best part of the walk and show were the pies made by Chris Hall of Jacobs Well, which were universally praised. He put a candle in mine for my birthday, which was nice.”

Glyn and his home made version of
Roberts’ steaming pie.
Glyn doing his ventriloquist version
of ‘When We Are Married.’
Glyn’s birthday pie at Jacobs Well,

made by Chris Hall.

Eeee! A good day. (Newcomers to this blog may appreciate this note stating that the start of this one is likes previous ones when the blogger has taken a little more alcohol than prissy control freaks with a hated of humanity would recommend)

Did many things.

I walked past a dangerously large puddle and just had to get a bit of wood from a pile of fly tipped furniture to try and unblock it. I found the gully (the proper name of a drain) by running the stick underwater; then tried to loosen the mass of slit blocking it. Big puddle on the bottom of Fitzgeraled St, BD5, which I tried to unblock with the 3 fot bit of furniture, 4 inches of which is sticking above the waves.

After I finished trying to get water to flow (I failed) a youngish dark bloke (about 30 years old) with a Pakistani accent came out to moan about the council. We swopped moans. After he told me that small children had started to pee in the puddle (a deep rooted urge) he asked me if I knew anything about mobile catering vans because he needed advice about buying a van!

Joe later reckoned I had gained an aura from doing pie and Priestley (and possibly curry & Kipling). Bev just said: And I bet you gave him advice! Didn’t you? My theory is that he spends his time hanging around his front garden hoping for anyone to stop long enough for him to ask. He has got the internet, but probably will not go to the pub, which is where he would get an answer.

I also gave advice to the Bradford Playhouse (which I rejoined) about finance, and about signing-off to a mate of a bloke I know who was outside Bradford Library.

I went to claim Income Based Job Seekers Allowance on Tuesday. I was going to have an ‘interview’ today at 9.00 but found out I would have to sign on on the day of my mum’s 90th birthday. The bloke processing my claim happily changed the date by changing which ‘cycle’ I was on, unfortunately he did not get it through to me that I had to come in today at 15.30 instead of 09.00. I found out when I got to the office all off 6 and a 1/2 hours early.

I used the time well, and the bradwan.co.uk website should be up sooner as a result; but when I went back at the correct time I had no ‘interview’. I was just asked to give a signature. Trouble is I actually need real advice because I want to get newly available funding to go self-employed; I am self-employed but earning too little to live on. The lass taking my signature did try to help though, and she helped. All to the good.

I was then dragged to the Sparrow Beer Cafe by Joe; which was all to the better; then the Castle; which was for the best.