The Bilston tribe boast many illustrious forebears, by turns famous and infamous, intellectual and ineffectual, endearing and enduring. In this occasional series, I look at some of my more prominent ancestors – their lives, their loves and the legacy they’ve left behind.
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Brian Bilston's Poetry Laboetry 
I would like to be included in this list. I was born in Hughes Place, Bilston and was educated at Bilston Girls’ High School – surely enough to qualify?
Do you smoke a pipe?
I smoke a pipe. But more important, I read your refugee poem and was deeply moved by it. Thank you,
Ruben Lee
Thanks, Ruben. That’s very kind of you to get in touch and tell me that. Happy pipe-smoking to you.
My name is Brian and I know somebody else called Brian too. He told me he comes from Bilston. Enough Already?
I have read enough
I feel I have a Bilston
Round my neck!
Very good! Oswald would approve.
“I served with Bill Stone. I knew Bill Stone. Bill Stone was a friend of mine. Brian, you’re no Bill Stone.”
I once had a pint
in the Fiery Holes
but I ent from there
my forebears were
from West Bromwich
which
means that I
don’t qualify
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….and I simply love
the humble message above:
“one blogger likes this”
blogger me!
I was born in Bilton Lane…if I nip back and stick an “S” in the street sign can I belong?
You absolutely can. Or I can drop the S from my surname if easier.