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During the sixties, I used to stand about half way back and slightly left of centre on the Gwladys Street. At every game, there was the constant chanting of "Simmo the 'Omo"!
Q1. Who was Simmo?
Q2. Was he an 'omo'?
Q3. Where is he now?
Trevor Powell, Posted 13/02/2010 at 08:35:48
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Re Simmo, sorry, I haven’t a clue.
That said, the original post seemed to me to be a reasonable enquiry; what was the origin of the chant? If it’s a celebration of anything, it’s the tremendous shared history of thousands of Evertonians and their shared memories of standing on the Gwladys Street terraces... Behave!
It was around the time one Joe Royle made his debut and scored with a header. Was he only sixteen at the time? I can still see the goal going in, but then again my memory might be fading (Roy Vernon gets even better as the years go by).
I preferred the ’67 Gwladys St version...
"St John is a monkey
He’s always fuckin’ around
We’re gonna buy a bunch of bananas
And throw them on Liverpool’s ground"
Presumably you’d take me to task on behalf on the Plantain Correctness movement for abuse of the genus Musa?
What was that other one "There was a Scottish forward... he came from Motherwell...?
It was a parody on Liverpool’s song about Ian St John?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1270cn0YxSo
I don’t understand the type of political correctness that Shaun Sparke refers to. I’m certainly not good, nor am I righteous. I only know that homophobia is so rife in football that not one single player dares to declare his sexuality publicly. How fucked up is that?
I’ve been called a white honky, slimey limey and all sorts of names by friends and/or aquaintances. Get a life and become a scouser for god’s sake you guys.
There is a world of difference between intentional hateful comments and good natured banter.
He used to go to all the away games too and got into a bit of bother now and again but was a well known character amongst "the gladiators".
The reason there’s not been any players publicly coming out is that we have a media that is not comfortable dealing with the issue - especially when there’s a million other trivial things with the sport they can spout bullshit about.
In Rugby, Gareth Thomas was lauded for his open-ness, and the way his team mates reacted made him openly question whether they already knew. I’m sure within the sport it would be the same in football. I’m not sure the bigots who read the tabloids would be as understanding, and therein I think lies the answer. Not even the Street of Shame would want to showcase what an intolerant bunch of neanderthals the UK has become.
(But not people on this website, who I am sure are bastions of tolerance of all views - pro and anti BK!)
I’ve always thought that a good book to read would be about the ’infamous Evertonians’, with fellas like him sharing their tales and of course their knowledge of Eveton at that time.
I always enjoy fan stories and their old songs more than the players stories tbh.
I don’t know the correct pronunciation of Gwladys.
I usually mumble ’Gwadliss’ or something like ’Gladys’ and when I’m ordering tickets on the phone I live in dread of having to repeat it.
When you consider that I used to stand by the lad with the Lily The Pink leg, this is a shameful state of affairs.
What should it be?
Some people need to get a life or at least put it into proportion. Simmo was obviously an in-joke at the game in the sixties. I was not "in" but remembered its constant chanting!
If YOU had a life, perhaps your mind would be turning to things other than 45-year-old chants in an obscure corner of the globe.
Cheek!!!
When I was younger I’d ask about stories and songs from the lads who went in the 30s you always had a few arrogant ones who wouldn’t give you the time of day and part of our history was not passed down.
It’s would be a shame of the lads of the 60s had the same arrogant attitude of ’who the hell are you’ or ’it was 45 years ago who cares’.
Quit while you’re behind
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Talking of old songs, do you remember the one about our ’reserve’ team putting 4 in the net at the pit? It was about/mentions the speedy wing play of our hard man Morrissey?
I last saw him outside the Church a couple of seasons ago; I’ve heard he was very poorly not so long back and had to have a leg amputated. Does anyone have any info at all?
As a lad, Omo was a washing powder which my mother used down at the canal bank slapping the dhobi against a flat rock.
As I became a man, I was informed that there were others, 'not like us’, called ’homos’.
It was only many years later, as I learned how to wash my own socks, that I noticed that Omo had completely disappeared from the supermarket shelves.
Imagine my surprise when I entered a supermercado in Spain ten years back to see a packet of Omo staring me brazenly in the face.
Fortunately, it still has the power to clean socks — unless my mates are being altogether too kind.
I must get out more
Jay, don't know any ’Trev’ but Paddy Geelagher used to be the front man for Everton’s crew in the late 60s early 70s.
To people who don’t know Freddie, I’d just like to say he is probably the greatest Evertonian off all time. You can count on one hand the number of games Freddie has missed in the last 50 years. He still goes for a drink on Walton Road after every home game.
You are likely to see him in The Salutation or Weatherspoons. He is currently living in sheltered accomodation in the Anfield area.
He was a gentle soul and a real hero to us teenagers in the mid-late 60s; he always looked out for us on away games
I remember Alec the police sergeant and Bernie (Leo) from Birkenhead and Gerry who used to play rock ’n’ roll on the old joanna in the Winslow...
I’ll check out the pubs you’ve named to see if I can catch up with Freddie — man’s a legend in my book.
"...mate there’s loads o’ fuckin’ shaggin’ goes on in the married quarters" (in whichever hell-hole of a gaff he was stationed in - can’t recall).
He continued "All the married tarts wanna bit o’ ’young’, so me and the lads, we’re round there all the time".
"But hold on, if you’re in barracks and you’re seen near the married quarters, wouldn’t the fellers there KNOW you’re up to no good.
"Oh aye yeah" he said "that’s why you only go where there’s a packet of Omo in the winder like".
A fuckin’ WHAT?""
"A packet of Omo - stands for ’old man out’ lad, you see that and yer know that your arse is goin’ to be goin’ like a fucking bees wings lad"
(Looks out window... only at bleeding Northampton!!!?? Oh lord, take me now!)
A lot of us came up together in the Boys Pen and graduated to the rear of Gladwys St.
There was also a lad cally Billy (White I think) and Charlie (from over the water).
They used to do the famous "Boot walk", especially away from home.
He’d be happy for them to be remembered and shared years on won’t he?
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