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Ye Famous Black Puddings

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The History of "Black Pudding Waving" in Pubs in

Bury, Lancashire

The Black Pudding is the official Bury mascot. It is also the subject of an ancient and traditional ritual.

Black puddings had traditionally always been hunted in the fields and moorland around the town, and were sold on the famous Bury Market as a delicacy. Small and lithe little creatures, with their brownish-green furry coats, remarkable eyesight and razor sharp teeth, it was considered a great honour to be recognised as one of Bury's number of black pudding hunters.

However, local folklore has it that the best black pudding hunter in Bury, Arthur Bradshaw, took to trapping live black puddings and taking them home. As black puddings are prodigious breeders, a thriving black pudding farm soon sprang up in Arthur's back yard. This rapidly got out of control and many black puddings escaped to live a verminous life in the town.

Bury soon became infested with wild black puddings. They would scurry through the streets, in and out of houses, through the sewers and all around the famous Bury Market. There were so many of them, they were almost a plague. The town council would give a shilling (5p) a tail to people managed to catch one of the animals within the town. Obviously at that time, a shilling was a tidy sum - it would keep you in clogs and flat caps for a year. Anyone who caught one would wring it's neck and wave it in the air with undisguised glee.

However it soon got to the stage where this no longer had any effect of the swarming tide of vermin because the black puddings could breed faster than the people could kill them. The townsfolk just couldn't take anymore. An angry mob formed, and besieged the home of the town's official black pudding catcher, George Postlethwaite. They demanded action.

Now George was a mysterious chap, believed to have magical powers. He wasn't your usual vermin control operative. George would never use poisons or traps, but rumour had it he could charm the black puddings into a sort of trance. George was promised the freedom of the town, if he would only rescue the beleaguered population from the seething mass of furry critters. George stood in the middle of Kay Gardens and took out his penny whistle. He began to play a haunting, eerie melody and soon black puddings were appearing from everywhere. They came out of the houses, up the drains, from stables, outside toilets, pubs, shops, everywhere. Soon, George was stood in the middle of a writhing, seething, rippling blanket of greenish brown fur. He began to walk slowly out of town, with the seething mass following him. He walked all the way to Holcombe Hill, where he suddenly stopped playing. Immediately, a common fear befell the animals around him and they all disappeared down the burrows of their rural cousins, where they still live to this day.

Unfortunately, black puddings still breed relentlessly and numbers have to be kept down. Some are still killed by local hunters, skinned, boiled and sold on the market. but an official, cull is needed to ensure they never again reach plague proportions.

This has now become a tradition and every year, about this time, the menfolk of the town go out at dawn, just as the mist is clearing from the fields, for the Annual Wild Black Pudding Hunt on Holcombe Hill. The men trap and kill as many black puddings as possible and the one with the most is declared Champion Hunter for that year. In deference to the great plague, tradition decrees that all the men have to go into the pubs and wave their black puddings in the air, so that they can be officially counted. That is why people in pubs in Bury wave black puddings in the air.

As an interesting historical note, and to prove my story is true, if you go to Bury you will see that there is a pub called The George in Kay Gardens, the start of George Postlethwaite's great walk to Holcombe Hill. If you drive out of the town centre for about half a mile, towards Bolton, there is a pub on Bolton Road called The Arthur Inn. This pub is built on the site of Arthur Bradshaw's house and the yard where he had his infamous black pudding farm.

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Warning to others.......This is what happens when you eat congealed blood....It affects the brain.... wink2.giflaugh.gif

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Warning to others.......This is what happens when you eat congealed blood....It affects the brain.... wink2.gif  laugh.gif

Now I know why I keep buying watches. laugh.gif

Black Pudding................mmmmmmmmmmm. biggrin.gif

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Here's me, been selling black pud, since I left school, thinking it's a delicacy made from the finest fresh pig's blood and best quality back fat eek.gif

MIKE..

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You can even get low fat ones on Bury market. No lumps of fat but some barley I think. Blurdy great man!!!

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You can even get low fat ones on Bury market. No lumps of fat but some barley I think. Blurdy great man!!!

No lumps of fat?

That's the best bit. biggrin.gif

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I used to live in East Lancashire as a kid and can remember cow heel, pigs trotter, elder (I could never handle this eek.gif ), lamb's fry, chitterlings, black pudding and two of my favourites, tripe and onions and pan haggerty eat.gif

But my most favourite is East Lancashire steak and kidney pudding steamed in a basin and with a suet crust pastry smile.gif

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East Lancashire steak and kidney pudding steamed in a basin and with a suet crust pastry 

Thats very region specific John tongue.gif

Is North Lancs pie lacking a certain something? laugh.gif

WTF is elder, pan haggerty and why eat a cows heel!!! yucky.giflaugh.gif

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East Lancashire steak and kidney pudding steamed in a basin and with a suet crust pastry 

Thats very region specific John tongue.gif

Is North Lancs pie lacking a certain something? laugh.gif

WTF is elder, pan haggerty and why eat a cows heel!!! yucky.giflaugh.gif

North Lancs .... Scotland isn't it wink.gif

elders is compressed cows udder and pan haggerty is a potato and Lancashire cheese dish smile.gif

My mum used cow heel in stews and soups ... never ate one "on the bone" laugh.gif

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elders is compressed cows udder

Feck!!!!!! It really is grim up north laugh.gif

I would rather eat the plate its served on...... laugh.gif

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elders is compressed cows udder

Feck!!!!!! It really is grim up north laugh.gif

I would rather eat the plate its served on...... laugh.gif

we never had plates ph34r.gif

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we never had plates

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No, because you ate them all before you had to eat fekkin compressed udders Jesus Christ!!! What twisted mind woke up one morning and said....Mmmm right, we've killed the cow, now what? How about a steak?....Naaa Ive a better idea, lets cut off the udder, mush it up and squish it into a pot and eat that instead!! We can use the tail hairs as a kind of spaggheti,while your near the pantry, pass me the chicken beak pasty....Mmmm yummy..... laugh.giflaugh.gif

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That's all people in the area could afford once ... why people keep eating the stuff beats me laugh.gif

If you think elders is bad my old man used to eat chitterlings ... which is pigs intestines turned inside out .. or something like that as I remember.

I remember the proud slogan of the town abattoir that I used to pass on the way to school ..... "we use everything but the squeal" ..... don't you just hanker after the old non-PC days laugh.gif

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we never had plates

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No, because you ate them all before you had to eat fekkin compressed udders Jesus Christ!!! What twisted mind woke up one morning and said....Mmmm right, we've killed the cow, now what? How about a steak?....Naaa Ive a better idea, lets cut off the udder, mush it up and squish it into a pot and eat that instead!! We can use the tail hairs as a kind of spaggheti,while your near the pantry, pass me the chicken beak pasty....Mmmm yummy..... laugh.giflaugh.gif

This is the funniest post of the year (I need a Griff custom smiley)

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Ive put a piccy in the protected forum of Mcdonalds new burger...

Dont know how long its gonna be there for... ph34r.gif

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chitterlings ... which is pigs intestines turned inside out ..

I use to like chitterlings as a young lad ohmy.gif never knew what they were..........till I got a job in the local butchers years later, where one of my duties was to clean them out eek.gif ready to cook.

MIKE..

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Both are excellent.

I like most anything ( eek.gif ), but can't take kidney anything and that cow udder business: scared.gif Of course with a pint of Young's ESB or Deuchar's IPA, 'bout anything will go down.

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I have a twisted veggie mate who doesn't drink beer because they use finnings (or something which is taken from the swim bladders of fish) to clear the ale.

Strange world when you have to go in a pub and ask if the beer is suitable for veggies!

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I used to live in East Lancashire as a kid and can remember cow heel, pigs trotter, elder (I could never handle this eek.gif ), lamb's fry, chitterlings, black pudding and two of my favourites, tripe and onions and pan haggerty eat.gif

But my most favourite is East Lancashire steak and kidney pudding steamed in a basin and with a suet crust pastry smile.gif

John - How can you have turned out so wrong when you were brought up on the same diet as me wink.giflaugh.gif ?

Pigs' feet and hock with sloppy peas eat.gif . Cow heel bits, pig bag etc. eat.gif .

I recall you listened to the same sort of music too ohmy.gif .

A clear case of nature over nurture laugh.gif .

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My Grandma used to like buying a pigs head. She'd always say to the butcher.............Leave the eyes in and it'll see me through the week!!! ohmy.giftongue.gifbiggrin.gif

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