I can't believe this. Absolutely dreadful news. Top bloke on here, and even when we weren't agreeing I had the utmost respect for him.
RIP.
RIP.
RIP Shaky
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Aye that was brilliant. Certain people having a proper strop because he was fan of the week. I bet he bloody loved their reaction. 😀
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I thought it was hilarious. The stuff about not having a chant for the chairman was quality. WELL DONE DEREK.
God I'm gonna miss the moaning old git
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It was an entertaining read, no doubt about it (as Billy would say). Was it Shaky that coined WDD?
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The fan of the week thing has made me think of Shinny. I don't think he has been on here for a few days (might be traveling back to china perhaps ?) He'll be sad to hear this news I know him and Shaky where friends and had a mutual love of real ale. Simon has probably got a few funny stories that he could share.
i never knew the fella but r.i.p
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Just reading through this thread again has made me laugh and cry in equal measure. There are a few suggestions on how to honour him, some of them good ones, others ridiculous but every one with the right intention. We all get over sentimental at times like this and Shaky would be the first to point this out, in fact he'd call most of you "2 faced fuckers" with a glint in his eye of course, but I think naming the Lizard Lounge the “Shaky Lounge” would be very apt. A Forum footy match would be a good one too, although the PNE Supporters Team would have to revert to their original name of the “Dog and Duck” and be managed by the “Tramp” (Steve Cowell not Yoga)
I’m not too sure about the minutes silence/applause suggestion though. I know the Club have done it in the past for an occasional supporter but he wasn’t born a North Ender and didn’t go on as much in recent years preferring to spend his time in his beloved Lakes at the hound trails. For those who don’t know he actually followed Liverpool in his younger years, home and abroad including seeing them lift the European Cup, before he saw the light and changed his allegiance to North End back in the 95/96 season (we were in the 4th division at the time) It was during that season that I first met him and we soon became good friends, travelling the country to cheer the Whites on to promotion.
I haven’t actually seen him, personally, for a few years, although we kept in touch on here. But I’ll always remember Shaky as a gentle giant, not a keyboard warrior. Although he was a big fella who could certainly look after himself, he abhorred violence. He had seen things following Liverpool that sickened him which he is why stopped supporting them. Sure, he was an argumentative twat, a stubborn fucker, but he was a man of principle and couldn’t help himself. Whether it was winding people up on here (and believe me, it was nearly all a wind up) in the pub arguing the toss about any subject under the sun, or in his capacity as shop steward at various employers, he always had an opinion and just HAD to have the last word. That said he was one of the nicest blokes I’ve ever known, funny as fuck and fiercely loyal to his friends and family (well the ones he liked anyway)
So what is my favourite memory of him? There are many from the dim and distant past, most of them blurred through alcohol so it’s hard to pick a favourite. As has already been mentioned in this thread he introduced myself and many others to the delights of the Flying Scotsman across from Kings Cross...
Then there was Chesterfield way in the AWS. Myself and Shaky were part of the infamous “Chesterfield 49.” I left work in Morecambe around half 3, picked Shaky up from work in Leyland in the van and spent the next few hours driving through the thickest fog I’ve ever been in over the Pennines and down the M1 while Shaky emptied can after can singing his head off. We made it to the ground about 5 minutes after kick off. “Fucking Hell, Moyes has put some weight on” – It was Gregan’s debut in the No. 6 shirt.
There was the time day I got my driving licence back after an 18 month driving ban for drink driving (the reason for the ban is another story of which he was also a part of) We met up in the Dr Syntax that night which was the other side of town for me, so I drove there in the works van. I’d only had the keys back for a few hours so I was desperate to drive again but even I wasn’t daft enough to drink. I had a shandy and a couple of cokes. The last to leave, as usual, I gave Shaky a lift home. He only lived half a mile or so away but I still managed to get stopped and breathalysed. What were the odds on that? Shaky was convinced I’d been stitched up and the police had been waiting for me. I passed the breath test but he almost got himself arrested instead with all the abuse he was giving the coppers trying to defend me.
I could go on and on, I’ll leave the forum stuff to others, but for me my favourite memory is everytime single time I saw him. It didn’t matter where we were, on the ground, in a pub, at a train station, on the bus – as soon as he saw me he’d launch into a rendition of “There’s only one Des-me-rel-da...” at the top of his voice! I’d reply with “S-H-A-K-Y, I’m S-H-A-K-Y, I know I am, I’m sure I am, I’m S-H-A-K-Y!!!”
David (Shaky) Howson – a great friend from a former life. I’ll catch up with you in the next.
RIP mate, you Miserable Old Fucker
Des (merelda) xx
I’m not too sure about the minutes silence/applause suggestion though. I know the Club have done it in the past for an occasional supporter but he wasn’t born a North Ender and didn’t go on as much in recent years preferring to spend his time in his beloved Lakes at the hound trails. For those who don’t know he actually followed Liverpool in his younger years, home and abroad including seeing them lift the European Cup, before he saw the light and changed his allegiance to North End back in the 95/96 season (we were in the 4th division at the time) It was during that season that I first met him and we soon became good friends, travelling the country to cheer the Whites on to promotion.
I haven’t actually seen him, personally, for a few years, although we kept in touch on here. But I’ll always remember Shaky as a gentle giant, not a keyboard warrior. Although he was a big fella who could certainly look after himself, he abhorred violence. He had seen things following Liverpool that sickened him which he is why stopped supporting them. Sure, he was an argumentative twat, a stubborn fucker, but he was a man of principle and couldn’t help himself. Whether it was winding people up on here (and believe me, it was nearly all a wind up) in the pub arguing the toss about any subject under the sun, or in his capacity as shop steward at various employers, he always had an opinion and just HAD to have the last word. That said he was one of the nicest blokes I’ve ever known, funny as fuck and fiercely loyal to his friends and family (well the ones he liked anyway)
So what is my favourite memory of him? There are many from the dim and distant past, most of them blurred through alcohol so it’s hard to pick a favourite. As has already been mentioned in this thread he introduced myself and many others to the delights of the Flying Scotsman across from Kings Cross...
Then there was Chesterfield way in the AWS. Myself and Shaky were part of the infamous “Chesterfield 49.” I left work in Morecambe around half 3, picked Shaky up from work in Leyland in the van and spent the next few hours driving through the thickest fog I’ve ever been in over the Pennines and down the M1 while Shaky emptied can after can singing his head off. We made it to the ground about 5 minutes after kick off. “Fucking Hell, Moyes has put some weight on” – It was Gregan’s debut in the No. 6 shirt.
There was the time day I got my driving licence back after an 18 month driving ban for drink driving (the reason for the ban is another story of which he was also a part of) We met up in the Dr Syntax that night which was the other side of town for me, so I drove there in the works van. I’d only had the keys back for a few hours so I was desperate to drive again but even I wasn’t daft enough to drink. I had a shandy and a couple of cokes. The last to leave, as usual, I gave Shaky a lift home. He only lived half a mile or so away but I still managed to get stopped and breathalysed. What were the odds on that? Shaky was convinced I’d been stitched up and the police had been waiting for me. I passed the breath test but he almost got himself arrested instead with all the abuse he was giving the coppers trying to defend me.
I could go on and on, I’ll leave the forum stuff to others, but for me my favourite memory is everytime single time I saw him. It didn’t matter where we were, on the ground, in a pub, at a train station, on the bus – as soon as he saw me he’d launch into a rendition of “There’s only one Des-me-rel-da...” at the top of his voice! I’d reply with “S-H-A-K-Y, I’m S-H-A-K-Y, I know I am, I’m sure I am, I’m S-H-A-K-Y!!!”
David (Shaky) Howson – a great friend from a former life. I’ll catch up with you in the next.
RIP mate, you Miserable Old Fucker
Des (merelda) xx
Just reading through this thread again has made me laugh and cry in equal measure. There are a few suggestions on how to honour him, some of them good ones, others ridiculous but every one with the right intention. We all get over sentimental at times like this and Shaky would be the first to point this out, in fact he'd call most of you "2 faced fuckers" with a glint in his eye of course, but I think naming the Lizard Lounge the “Shaky Lounge” would be very apt. A Forum footy match would be a good one too, although the PNE Supporters Team would have to revert to their original name of the “Dog and Duck” and be managed by the “Tramp” (Steve Cowell not Yoga)
I’m not too sure about the minutes silence/applause suggestion though. I know the Club have done it in the past for an occasional supporter but he wasn’t born a North Ender and didn’t go on as much in recent years preferring to spend his time in his beloved Lakes at the hound trails. For those who don’t know he actually followed Liverpool in his younger years, home and abroad including seeing them lift the European Cup, before he saw the light and changed his allegiance to North End back in the 95/96 season (we were in the 4th division at the time) It was during that season that I first met him and we soon became good friends, travelling the country to cheer the Whites on to promotion.
I haven’t actually seen him, personally, for a few years, although we kept in touch on here. But I’ll always remember Shaky as a gentle giant, not a keyboard warrior. Although he was a big fella who could certainly look after himself, he abhorred violence. He had seen things following Liverpool that sickened him which he is why stopped supporting them. Sure, he was an argumentative twat, a stubborn fucker, but he was a man of principle and couldn’t help himself. Whether it was winding people up on here (and believe me, it was nearly all a wind up) in the pub arguing the toss about any subject under the sun, or in his capacity as shop steward at various employers, he always had an opinion and just HAD to have the last word. That said he was one of the nicest blokes I’ve ever known, funny as fuck and fiercely loyal to his friends and family (well the ones he liked anyway)
So what is my favourite memory of him? There are many from the dim and distant past, most of them blurred through alcohol so it’s hard to pick a favourite. As has already been mentioned in this thread he introduced myself and many others to the delights of the Flying Scotsman across from Kings Cross...
Then there was Chesterfield way in the AWS. Myself and Shaky were part of the infamous “Chesterfield 49.” I left work in Morecambe around half 3, picked Shaky up from work in Leyland in the van and spent the next few hours driving through the thickest fog I’ve ever been in over the Pennines and down the M1 while Shaky emptied can after can singing his head off. We made it to the ground about 5 minutes after kick off. “Fucking Hell, Moyes has put some weight on” – It was Gregan’s debut in the No. 6 shirt.
There was the time day I got my driving licence back after an 18 month driving ban for drink driving (the reason for the ban is another story of which he was also a part of) We met up in the Dr Syntax that night which was the other side of town for me, so I drove there in the works van. I’d only had the keys back for a few hours so I was desperate to drive again but even I wasn’t daft enough to drink. I had a shandy and a couple of cokes. The last to leave, as usual, I gave Shaky a lift home. He only lived half a mile or so away but I still managed to get stopped and breathalysed. What were the odds on that? Shaky was convinced I’d been stitched up and the police had been waiting for me. I passed the breath test but he almost got himself arrested instead with all the abuse he was giving the coppers trying to defend me.
I could go on and on, I’ll leave the forum stuff to others, but for me my favourite memory is everytime single time I saw him. It didn’t matter where we were, on the ground, in a pub, at a train station, on the bus – as soon as he saw me he’d launch into a rendition of “There’s only one Des-me-rel-da...” at the top of his voice! I’d reply with “S-H-A-K-Y, I’m S-H-A-K-Y, I know I am, I’m sure I am, I’m S-H-A-K-Y!!!”
David (Shaky) Howson – a great friend from a former life. I’ll catch up with you in the next.
RIP mate, you Miserable Old Fucker
Des (merelda) xx
Brilliant post fella.
Nice one Des.
Just reading through this thread again has made me laugh and cry in equal measure. There are a few suggestions on how to honour him, some of them good ones, others ridiculous but every one with the right intention. We all get over sentimental at times like this and Shaky would be the first to point this out, in fact he'd call most of you "2 faced fuckers" with a glint in his eye of course, but I think naming the Lizard Lounge the “Shaky Lounge” would be very apt. A Forum footy match would be a good one too, although the PNE Supporters Team would have to revert to their original name of the “Dog and Duck” and be managed by the “Tramp” (Steve Cowell not Yoga)
I’m not too sure about the minutes silence/applause suggestion though. I know the Club have done it in the past for an occasional supporter but he wasn’t born a North Ender and didn’t go on as much in recent years preferring to spend his time in his beloved Lakes at the hound trails. For those who don’t know he actually followed Liverpool in his younger years, home and abroad including seeing them lift the European Cup, before he saw the light and changed his allegiance to North End back in the 95/96 season (we were in the 4th division at the time) It was during that season that I first met him and we soon became good friends, travelling the country to cheer the Whites on to promotion.
I haven’t actually seen him, personally, for a few years, although we kept in touch on here. But I’ll always remember Shaky as a gentle giant, not a keyboard warrior. Although he was a big fella who could certainly look after himself, he abhorred violence. He had seen things following Liverpool that sickened him which he is why stopped supporting them. Sure, he was an argumentative twat, a stubborn fucker, but he was a man of principle and couldn’t help himself. Whether it was winding people up on here (and believe me, it was nearly all a wind up) in the pub arguing the toss about any subject under the sun, or in his capacity as shop steward at various employers, he always had an opinion and just HAD to have the last word. That said he was one of the nicest blokes I’ve ever known, funny as fuck and fiercely loyal to his friends and family (well the ones he liked anyway)
So what is my favourite memory of him? There are many from the dim and distant past, most of them blurred through alcohol so it’s hard to pick a favourite. As has already been mentioned in this thread he introduced myself and many others to the delights of the Flying Scotsman across from Kings Cross...
Then there was Chesterfield way in the AWS. Myself and Shaky were part of the infamous “Chesterfield 49.” I left work in Morecambe around half 3, picked Shaky up from work in Leyland in the van and spent the next few hours driving through the thickest fog I’ve ever been in over the Pennines and down the M1 while Shaky emptied can after can singing his head off. We made it to the ground about 5 minutes after kick off. “Fucking Hell, Moyes has put some weight on” – It was Gregan’s debut in the No. 6 shirt.
There was the time day I got my driving licence back after an 18 month driving ban for drink driving (the reason for the ban is another story of which he was also a part of) We met up in the Dr Syntax that night which was the other side of town for me, so I drove there in the works van. I’d only had the keys back for a few hours so I was desperate to drive again but even I wasn’t daft enough to drink. I had a shandy and a couple of cokes. The last to leave, as usual, I gave Shaky a lift home. He only lived half a mile or so away but I still managed to get stopped and breathalysed. What were the odds on that? Shaky was convinced I’d been stitched up and the police had been waiting for me. I passed the breath test but he almost got himself arrested instead with all the abuse he was giving the coppers trying to defend me.
I could go on and on, I’ll leave the forum stuff to others, but for me my favourite memory is everytime single time I saw him. It didn’t matter where we were, on the ground, in a pub, at a train station, on the bus – as soon as he saw me he’d launch into a rendition of “There’s only one Des-me-rel-da...” at the top of his voice! I’d reply with “S-H-A-K-Y, I’m S-H-A-K-Y, I know I am, I’m sure I am, I’m S-H-A-K-Y!!!”
David (Shaky) Howson – a great friend from a former life. I’ll catch up with you in the next.
RIP mate, you Miserable Old Fucker
Des (merelda) xx
Brilliant, thank you for sharing these memories. x
RIP Shaky.
Just reading through this thread again has made me laugh and cry in equal measure. There are a few suggestions on how to honour him, some of them good ones, others ridiculous but every one with the right intention. We all get over sentimental at times like this and Shaky would be the first to point this out, in fact he'd call most of you "2 faced fuckers" with a glint in his eye of course, but I think naming the Lizard Lounge the “Shaky Lounge” would be very apt. A Forum footy match would be a good one too, although the PNE Supporters Team would have to revert to their original name of the “Dog and Duck” and be managed by the “Tramp” (Steve Cowell not Yoga)
I’m not too sure about the minutes silence/applause suggestion though. I know the Club have done it in the past for an occasional supporter but he wasn’t born a North Ender and didn’t go on as much in recent years preferring to spend his time in his beloved Lakes at the hound trails. For those who don’t know he actually followed Liverpool in his younger years, home and abroad including seeing them lift the European Cup, before he saw the light and changed his allegiance to North End back in the 95/96 season (we were in the 4th division at the time) It was during that season that I first met him and we soon became good friends, travelling the country to cheer the Whites on to promotion.
I haven’t actually seen him, personally, for a few years, although we kept in touch on here. But I’ll always remember Shaky as a gentle giant, not a keyboard warrior. Although he was a big fella who could certainly look after himself, he abhorred violence. He had seen things following Liverpool that sickened him which he is why stopped supporting them. Sure, he was an argumentative twat, a stubborn fucker, but he was a man of principle and couldn’t help himself. Whether it was winding people up on here (and believe me, it was nearly all a wind up) in the pub arguing the toss about any subject under the sun, or in his capacity as shop steward at various employers, he always had an opinion and just HAD to have the last word. That said he was one of the nicest blokes I’ve ever known, funny as fuck and fiercely loyal to his friends and family (well the ones he liked anyway)
So what is my favourite memory of him? There are many from the dim and distant past, most of them blurred through alcohol so it’s hard to pick a favourite. As has already been mentioned in this thread he introduced myself and many others to the delights of the Flying Scotsman across from Kings Cross...
Then there was Chesterfield way in the AWS. Myself and Shaky were part of the infamous “Chesterfield 49.” I left work in Morecambe around half 3, picked Shaky up from work in Leyland in the van and spent the next few hours driving through the thickest fog I’ve ever been in over the Pennines and down the M1 while Shaky emptied can after can singing his head off. We made it to the ground about 5 minutes after kick off. “Fucking Hell, Moyes has put some weight on” – It was Gregan’s debut in the No. 6 shirt.
There was the time day I got my driving licence back after an 18 month driving ban for drink driving (the reason for the ban is another story of which he was also a part of) We met up in the Dr Syntax that night which was the other side of town for me, so I drove there in the works van. I’d only had the keys back for a few hours so I was desperate to drive again but even I wasn’t daft enough to drink. I had a shandy and a couple of cokes. The last to leave, as usual, I gave Shaky a lift home. He only lived half a mile or so away but I still managed to get stopped and breathalysed. What were the odds on that? Shaky was convinced I’d been stitched up and the police had been waiting for me. I passed the breath test but he almost got himself arrested instead with all the abuse he was giving the coppers trying to defend me.
I could go on and on, I’ll leave the forum stuff to others, but for me my favourite memory is everytime single time I saw him. It didn’t matter where we were, on the ground, in a pub, at a train station, on the bus – as soon as he saw me he’d launch into a rendition of “There’s only one Des-me-rel-da...” at the top of his voice! I’d reply with “S-H-A-K-Y, I’m S-H-A-K-Y, I know I am, I’m sure I am, I’m S-H-A-K-Y!!!”
David (Shaky) Howson – a great friend from a former life. I’ll catch up with you in the next.
RIP mate, you Miserable Old Fucker
Des (merelda) xx
I didn't know Shaky personally nor do I know you personally, however I felt every word of your post. A great tribute mate.
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I forgot to add that I think The Bint's idea of taking the train up to Ulverston on the Shaky Express for his funeral would be the perfect way to remember him.
Let us know as soon as you have any details Katie and we'll fill that train.
Let us know as soon as you have any details Katie and we'll fill that train.