By strange coincidence Tills, today is also the 80th anniversary of the bombing of High Lane Oatcake shop by the Luftwaffe. A massive operation to recover hundreds of oatcakes from the roofs of surrounding properties was conducted by the oatcake delivery lads, scamps that they are, using commandeered ladders, ropes, and horses and carts. They then delivered the oatcakes as usual with nary a word to the unsuspecting customers, some of them still warm from the explosions. For months afterwards people were asking bemused oatcake makers for afe a dozen of them smokey ones. Smokey Oakeys they called them. Another set of momentous events was set in motion by what happened, during the same night bombing raid and concerning Burslem Baths, nearby on the Moorland Rd. I can recall the legend for you if the excitement is not going to be to much all in one go.