ROYSTON VASEY MEMORIES 
A look back to an early Royston Vasey Pantomime
Parts of the script have now been lost but apparently some of the action took place on a Victorian idea of a submarine. We do know the villain was called Captain Nemo, and this couple appear to be on the conning tower while the submarine is on its way down, but worry ye not, a large mechanical seagull will swoop down and carry them to safety.

ROYSTON VASEY MEMORIES 

A look back to an early Royston Vasey Pantomime

Parts of the script have now been lost but apparently some of the action took place on a Victorian idea of a submarine. We do know the villain was called Captain Nemo, and this couple appear to be on the conning tower while the submarine is on its way down, but worry ye not, a large mechanical seagull will swoop down and carry them to safety.

ROYSTON VASEY MEMORIES
I was delighted to see this on Ma Chere Ami’s page as it was taken on the occasion of the only triple tie in the history of the Kalipygos  Trophy.  It happened the year the Trophy was opened up to the local villages of Thongsbridge, Upperthong and Netherthong as well as Royston Vasey. The D’Egree triplets, from Netherthong Hall  entered and as you would expect their rears were identical. The Judges did hope to find some slight differences in the mobility section, where the competitors have to rotate their posteriors in time to music, but even superimposing three videos of their rotating rears on the screen failed to differentiate between them. The result was delayed overnight while Master Li made some special measuring devices to find any trace of a difference but there were none even to a thousandth of an inch.It  should be mentioned here that Master Li had to be completely banned from the building while the mobility event was taking place as back when the Butterfield Twins took part as he became over excited in the mobility section, the sight of the twins rear ends gyrating in unison was too much for him and he had to be sedated by Dr Bradbury Winter. Just the THOUGHT of the triplets rear ends in synchronised rotation was enough to require sedation again.The triplets held the trophy jointly and had a successful career round the clubs as The Three D’Egree’s touring with The Fabulous Clogiron Brothers.
Corsets by Kinky Korsets of Holmfirth
Looking at the picture seems ironic they come from Netherthong
From frenchtwist:

via uni-ty

ROYSTON VASEY MEMORIES

I was delighted to see this on Ma Chere Ami’s page as it was taken on the occasion of the only triple tie in the history of the Kalipygos  Trophy.  It happened the year the Trophy was opened up to the local villages of Thongsbridge, Upperthong and Netherthong as well as Royston Vasey. The D’Egree triplets, from Netherthong Hall  entered and as you would expect their rears were identical. The Judges did hope to find some slight differences in the mobility section, where the competitors have to rotate their posteriors in time to music, but even superimposing three videos of their rotating rears on the screen failed to differentiate between them. The result was delayed overnight while Master Li made some special measuring devices to find any trace of a difference but there were none even to a thousandth of an inch.
It  should be mentioned here that Master Li had to be completely banned from the building while the mobility event was taking place as back when the Butterfield Twins took part as he became over excited in the mobility section, the sight of the twins rear ends gyrating in unison was too much for him and he had to be sedated by Dr Bradbury Winter. Just the THOUGHT of the triplets rear ends in synchronised rotation was enough to require sedation again.
The triplets held the trophy jointly and had a successful career round the clubs as The Three D’Egree’s touring with The Fabulous Clogiron Brothers.

Corsets by Kinky Korsets of Holmfirth

Looking at the picture seems ironic they come from Netherthong

From frenchtwist:

via uni-ty

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ROYSTON VASEY MEMORIES
Miss Timkins, secretary of The Royston Vasey Wine Circle, was a bit of a goer in her younger days. She was the first woman in West Yorkshire to own a motor cycle and did not confine herself to sitting primly in the saddle but was prone to startle other road users by standing on the saddle and steering by swaying to one side or the the other. 

ROYSTON VASEY MEMORIES

Miss Timkins, secretary of The Royston Vasey Wine Circle, was a bit of a goer in her younger days. She was the first woman in West Yorkshire to own a motor cycle and did not confine herself to sitting primly in the saddle but was prone to startle other road users by standing on the saddle and steering by swaying to one side or the the other. 

They don’t know they’re born these days.

Now this takes me back to the days when we used to live on Wallpaper Stew and Cobblestone Pudding and used to pawn gran on a Saturday so we could have a tin of Corned Beef for our Sunday Dinner. My sisters used to have frocks made out of old newspapers. We couldn’t afford new ones, we used to stand outside the fish and chip shop and beg the newspapers they were wrapped in  when folk had eaten up. The lard on the paper made them water proof. When my sister got married my Dad went down to the station and had a word with the chap who cleaned the carriages and he gave my dad a nearly new copy of The Times for her Wedding Dress. We were really proud, as Nellie O’Flanneler next door had to get married in The Sun and had a Page Three girl across her backside.If you want to read about how we pawned Gran and nearly lost her click HERE

They don’t know they’re born these days.

Now this takes me back to the days when we used to live on Wallpaper Stew and Cobblestone Pudding and used to pawn gran on a Saturday so we could have a tin of Corned Beef for our Sunday Dinner. My sisters used to have frocks made out of old newspapers. We couldn’t afford new ones, we used to stand outside the fish and chip shop and beg the newspapers they were wrapped in  when folk had eaten up. The lard on the paper made them water proof. When my sister got married my Dad went down to the station and had a word with the chap who cleaned the carriages and he gave my dad a nearly new copy of The Times for her Wedding Dress. We were really proud, as Nellie O’Flanneler next door had to get married in The Sun and had a Page Three girl across her backside.
If you want to read about how we pawned Gran and nearly lost her click HERE

Wallpaper Soup and Cobblestone Pudding

T’ Chancellor says times are going to be hard for the next couple of years. These yuppies u’ll have to cut down to two 4 X4’s and only have 3 foreign holidays a year. Poor devils. They don’t know what hard is. I bet they’ll never have to live on Wallpaper Soup  followed by Cobblestone  Pudding.Mind you I don’t know where you’d get cobblestones to make pudding with these days. They are all under six inch of asphalt. Cobblestone pudding wor grand,  it needed to be well boiled but fair stuck to the lining of your stomach once it were down.My mother’s speciality was Wallpaper Soup. She had an arrangment w’it local decorator, we’d scrape the wallpaper off an house for 6d and all the old wallpaper we could carry.  Mother would make soup with it, it were good stuff, not like tissue paper rubbish they put on walls these days, we liked Sandersons best had a lovely flavour. A fair size living room would feed us for a fortnight. You had to be careful with any green from old Victorian houses as it could have arsenic in it, we’d try that out on next doors dog before we’d eat it.We were lucky, we never had to pawn t’carsy  but we used to pawn Grandma. Then we could have a small tin of corned beef for  Sunday dinner. Even with Gran not there it didn’t go far, the youngest just got to lick the tin out.You rich folk won’t know this, but if you havn’t redeemed t’pledge after 3 months `Uncle’ is entitled to sell it. Well one time we forgot all about Gran, when we went wi’t brass she’d gone, along wi’t watchchains, front doors and such that folk had popped and forgot about. It was just luck we got her back.Uncle Eddie, who was manning an Ack Ack gun in London, had gone to t’Windmill Theatre with some mates and there was Gran in one of them nude Tableaux they used to have there during the war, to cheer up the troops. A’l bet Gran in t’nude cheered them up no end, facing t’Germans wouldn’t seem so bad after facing Gran in her corsets.He knew it were Gran cos’ she still had her corset on he’d seen many a time on’t washing line.He had to buy her back from’t proprieter. Three  shilling she cost and he sent her back up north in a tank transporter going up to t’Ordnance factory at Barnbow in Leeds. When she got to Leeds she wouldn’t come home, she’d got a taste for this nude lark,  she got a job at Leeds City Varieties doing a strip show, though it was always respectable, she never removed her corset, even with them big feathers in front of her.When I was an apprentice in Leeds she used to get me into the shows free and take me backstage. I met Phyllis Dixie and Peaches Page, fine big girl was Peaches. Gran gave up the nude lark when she were 87, and became a skydiving instructor at Sherburn in Elmet Airfield . She were 103 when `chute didn’t open and she went through t’top of gasometer in Pontefract and t’lot blew up, biggest bang in Pontefract since Cromwell shelled t’castle. As Granddad said , she allus wanted to go out with a bang and it saved cost of a funeral. We go and put flowers in Pontefract Gasworks every anniversary still.Here’s one o’the  posters with her on it.

Wallpaper Soup and Cobblestone Pudding

T’ Chancellor says times are going to be hard for the next couple of years. These yuppies u’ll have to cut down to two 4 X4’s and only have 3 foreign holidays a year. Poor devils. They don’t know what hard is. 
I bet they’ll never have to live on Wallpaper Soup  followed by Cobblestone  Pudding.
Mind you I don’t know where you’d get cobblestones to make pudding with these days. They are all under six inch of asphalt. Cobblestone pudding wor grand,  it needed to be well boiled but fair stuck to the lining of your stomach once it were down.

My mother’s speciality was Wallpaper Soup. She had an arrangment w’it local decorator, we’d scrape the wallpaper off an house for 6d and all the old wallpaper we could carry.  Mother would make soup with it, it were good stuff, not like tissue paper rubbish they put on walls these days, we liked Sandersons best had a lovely flavour. A fair size living room would feed us for a fortnight. You had to be careful with any green from old Victorian houses as it could have arsenic in it, we’d try that out on next doors dog before we’d eat it.

We were lucky, we never had to pawn t’carsy  but we used to pawn Grandma. Then we could have a small tin of corned beef for  Sunday dinner. Even with Gran not there it didn’t go far, the youngest just got to lick the tin out.
You rich folk won’t know this, but if you havn’t redeemed t’pledge after 3 months `Uncle’ is entitled to sell it. Well one time we forgot all about Gran, when we went wi’t brass she’d gone, along wi’t watchchains, front doors and such that folk had popped and forgot about. It was just luck we got her back.

Uncle Eddie, who was manning an Ack Ack gun in London, had gone to t’Windmill Theatre with some mates and there was Gran in one of them nude Tableaux they used to have there during the war, to cheer up the troops. A’l bet Gran in t’nude cheered them up no end, facing t’Germans wouldn’t seem so bad after facing Gran in her corsets.
He knew it were Gran cos’ she still had her corset on he’d seen many a time on’t washing line.

He had to buy her back from’t proprieter. Three  shilling she cost and he sent her back up north in a tank transporter going up to t’Ordnance factory at Barnbow in Leeds. When she got to Leeds she wouldn’t come home, she’d got a taste for this nude lark,  she got a job at Leeds City Varieties doing a strip show, though it was always respectable, she never removed her corset, even with them big feathers in front of her.

When I was an apprentice in Leeds she used to get me into the shows free and take me backstage. I met Phyllis Dixie and Peaches Page, fine big girl was Peaches. Gran gave up the nude lark when she were 87, and became a skydiving instructor at Sherburn in Elmet Airfield . She were 103 when `chute didn’t open and she went through t’top of gasometer in Pontefract and t’lot blew up, biggest bang in Pontefract since Cromwell shelled t’castle. As Granddad said , she allus wanted to go out with a bang and it saved cost of a funeral. We go and put flowers in Pontefract Gasworks every anniversary still.
Here’s one o’the  posters with her on it.

Royston Vasey Memories  Lady Angerona Nestina Vasey about to take her old school chum The Hon Miss Hortense Alderley-Edge for a flip round daddy’s domains. Lady Angerona was the first female pilot in Yorkshire, and in the 14-18 ferried fighter planes to the RFC Squadrons in The Frontline in France, and is reputed to have unofficially shot down a German Observation balloon Picture circa 1911

Royston Vasey Memories
Lady Angerona Nestina Vasey about to take her old school chum The Hon Miss Hortense Alderley-Edge for a flip round daddy’s domains. Lady Angerona was the first female pilot in Yorkshire, and in the 14-18 ferried fighter planes to the RFC Squadrons in The Frontline in France, and is reputed to have unofficially shot down a German Observation balloon
Picture circa 1911