I recently came across a fascinating old book called A History of Canklow by E. W. Dunn. Full of good stuff. Apparently in the 1890s Canklow was plagued by a bogus doctor calling himself William Ritson who was eventually unmasked as a notorious fraudster known as the Canklow Kid. He was never caught, however, and it's believed he absconded to Leicestershire.
As anyone trudging through the lower bits of Boston Park will know, the scamp you allude to in your posting, the medical imposter, is back living in his teepee as part of his commune that settled down there a few years back. He may be seen emerging, with his tattered suit and battered trilby, setting off on his daily sales' round carrying his bulging Betaware case.
His sojourn in Leicestershire was apparently abuptly ended when he was caught peddling his fake Betaware stuff and expelled, following a swift kicking in his De Monforts...
Please can we get zilzal on here to improve the off topics .....that will be another East Dener...remarkable!
I know Canklow well from my younger days....never heard of a bogus doctor from there.....I did know a haunted house in Canklow woods near where the hotel is......I don't think I would trust anyone called Will Ritson...but that's just me.
Nowlookeehere, Zilzal's no more an East Dener than you were a top doctor, Kempo.
Retiring at 55, as claimed, suggests that if you ever were a medic you had a lowly position, perhaps making senior registrar or GP, or bailing out into medical information, as few top notch consultants and surgeons choose to exit so young.
Zilzal's an interesting cove in many ways but perhaps you should try cold reading him? The persona that people adapt on here and MillersMad may be entirely at odds with their real selves. You - as I was - have obviously been taken in by Clar & Guitarman's adopted characters, and I sometimes think dear old Zil strains too hard to make a showing of his knowledge.
But, whatever Zilzal is/was, he certainly wasn't qualified to call himself an East Dener, remaining for such a short time. Try asking him where he spent the bulk of his formative years - as an honest person you'll find the area somewhat removed from East Dene, socially and geographically.
Sugar sugar..Archie's again good job I'm a member of the PRS...........now where was I?
I really don't understand the top notch doctor business......I would always too modest to make such a claim and as you say it would be false.
I retired at 57 by the way...from General Practice......all I have ever done is try and advise if anyone asked about a medical problem...nothing more and nothing less.
I don't say to you that you were not in the music business so fail to understand why you are so antagonistic to my claims....but it's your prerogative ....feel free to be a sceptic.
On zilzal....I just admire him as a poster as I do yourself...he seems honest, genuine, intelligent and interesting similar to yourself in those attributes.
I have no idea who he is in real life.
I agree that people on message boards a particular persona so we should be wary of forming opinions.
I would say that mine is a caricature of my true self in that it's an exaggerated version...much the same as yourself and others.
My true self would be too boring to present on here...for instance I'm now watching Emmerdale with Mrs K................see what I mean.
1) of course Zilzal is in his 60s (i.e. his seventh decade) otherwise he couldn't have watched regularly some of the great Millers' players to whom he often refers - Ian Butler, Ken Houghton, Barry Lyons, Albert Bennett, Frank Casper, etc and his memories of the manager prior to Danny Williams, Tom Johnston, which are vivid and mostly accurate, would put him at least as old as me (64);and
2) neither Villa nor I are saying he never spent time on East Dene, just that it was a short time and his main years "growing up" (if men can ever be said to 'grow up', something my Lifestyle Manager, Lady Sugar, disputes), his formative years, were spent in a different area of Rotherham.
Too many these days are trying to associate themselves with the golden land that is East Dene, hoping that some of its glitz and glamour attaches itself to them.
I'm quite sure Zilzal is an open & honest chap, which is why if you ask him - on MillersMad perhaps - he'll confirm his short stay living on East Dene and reveal where the bulk of his years up to the age of 18 were spent.
BTW, on which estate did you grow up? You haven't always lived in that teepee in Boston Park.
Apparently my Grandad (not kempo-as far as I know) had a small holding in Canklow woods. I remember getting some black berries in those 'long summers of youth' from the hedgerows and once fell down when running down an 'old indian war path' and cut my (then) very fleshy calf wide open on an open and very rusty and serrated tin of baked beans. The scar is still almost as it was all that time ago. No visit to the hospital and no NHS direct in those days. I remember running with tears, but not sobs of despair despite the horrendous wound all the way back to Town street where my Grandma was in the kitchen with Mangle in hand and steam rising up from the clothes as all the life they ever had in them was rung out. Some Germoline was applied and some make shift bandage made from a linen cloth used as a duster, which I remember collecting back then for my Mum whose Job was to clean the Doctors office in Masbrough-perhaps that was Kempo.
Anyway, apart from the memories, only Canklow Woods remain from those times?
-- Edited by ian on Thursday 18th of December 2014 12:03:36 AM
Ian....Pleased to hear that you were not subjected to the lottery of life or death more usually known as NHS Direct or is it 111 now?
Home treatment with Germolene probably saved your life keeping you from the clutches of a hospital.
If you ever try a Laphroaig whiskey Germolene memories will flood back...trust me.
Sugar..the most informative years of my development was when living in the Prefabs at Brinsworth which were opposite the Atlas hotel[now gone]. The estate is still there with the Roman street names but obviously different housing.
It was at a time when the working class actually worked and cut their front lawn..no fridges and old push chairs in the garden and house numbers were not painted on the walls next to a broken front door.
We were of course quite posh as I am to this day but I could mix it with the ruffians of Canklow and Atlas street.
It made me what I am today and I remember seeing my dad go off to Hatfields on his bike on a cold winters morning and thinking 'no way will I be doing that for a living'
It is obvious to all that although I shot up the social class ladder the 'street' is still in me and of course enables me to take on the rough necks of Millersmad who seem to think they 'own' the working class badge and that its an excuse for achieving...nothing!
-- Edited by Kempo on Wednesday 17th of December 2014 04:56:23 PM
