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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It's joost not FURR! ...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my extended family, <br>the indignant cry rings out –<br>‘It’s joost not FURR! ’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whingers all? Ah – but listen<br>to the sound behind those words…<br>this is not the ‘Yokshire’ voice, <br>standing square on the earth<br>as if it always owned it…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is the sound of centuries –<br>two at least - of men’s sense of injustice: <br>forced off the herding on the lovely hills, <br>the fresh cleansing air, or <br>the market gardens of Lytham and the coastal plain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down to the water-valleys and the foggy, smoky air<br>of the mills; the cotton dust into wheezing lungs<br>shortening their lives as they listen bed-bound<br>to the clatter of the morning clogs: <br>the single early steps to set up the mills, <br>the rush, then the single hurried latecomers…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the starving Irish, seeking work a bare potato’s throw<br>from the ships they came in, to the Mersey docks…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But listen again to that whinge, confident, <br>in its sense of injustice: hear the ‘good news’<br>brought by Nonconformist preachers, <br>Wesleyans and Methodists and Baptists too, <br>and all the shades of freethinking men and women, <br>in tiny ‘tin tabernacles’ as they were called, <br>out on the moors beyond town boundaries; <br>bringing the good news of a God<br>who was classless; beyond the reach<br>of ruling class or politics; a liberal God, <br>who dwelt in our joyful inner tabernacle…<br>and who was, it seems, on good terms<br>with the local ‘poor’ lodge as it was called, <br>of non-religious, and non-political Freemasonry: <br>bestowing a benevolent, right-thinking and all-seeing eye<br>on those proud 'working class' who understood<br>the virtue of good deeds for the poor, <br>by the poor…setting up the Co-operatives<br>to sell unadulterated food at decent prices; <br>in the room above the first one in Toad Lane, <br>attending evening class – now washed and tidy –<br>to, as they so proudly said, ‘better themselves’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and on Saturday, before the endless prayerful Sunday, <br>attending, first, the classless ‘Rugby’ football, <br>playing in the ‘Hornets’ or some such team, <br>or later, ‘Soshie’ as they called it, <br>abbreviating ‘Association’ football…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cleansed on Sunday for the soul’s new week<br>while wives cleaned the house on Monday, washing day..<br>and in enlightened families, were free on Tuesday evening<br>to attend the same classes that their proud husbands loved…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">towns who wore a badge of national pride<br>that after Robert Owen and John Bright and t'Co-op, <br>pioneers of a just society of work, <br>'Scott of th'Ob' had gone on from<br>the local paper to become the great editor<br>of the Manchester Guardian, voice<br>of liberal Britain..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I generalise… but listen to that sound<br>behind the voice of Lancashire upraised –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘It’s joost not FURR! …’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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the indignant cry rings out –
‘It’s joost not FURR! ’…

Whingers all? Ah – but listen
to the sound behind those words…
this is not the ‘Yokshire’ voice, 
standing square on the earth
as if it always owne..."></div>
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