Finding that shop in Bury .... and a bit on youth culture ..... fashion .... and big clothes

This is the story of Chatleys of Bury with as usual a sideways reflection on all things history.

The shop, 2025

So, first Chatleys, Big Menswear Superstore.

And the giveaway is the reference to big which aptly fits me. 

After a bout of series ill health, and a tendency to overeat I have become someone who prowls the internet for clothes to suit a man of very generous proportions but who still wants clothes of style and quality.

I had all but given up and then we found Chatleys.

The staff at Chatleys

The shop is light, large and welcoming, the staff know their stock and assessed my girth, against what I wanted, and the upshot was we came away with two pairs of trousers, two shirts, a tie, a jumper along with socks and underwear.

And most importantly they made me feel at ease, reminding me of that old fashioned approach to retail where the customer has confidence in the staff, and trusts their knowledge and judgement.

The business was established in 1974, and I have a vague memory of visiting their shop in Strangeways, perhaps a decade ago.

All of which set me thinking of when did fashion get limited to clothes of a certain size?

It’s coupled with those other questions to do with why advertising executives, clothe designers and film makers advance youth, and slimness in everything they do.

Dressing like dad, aged 10, 1885

Now, I know that the preoccupation with youth, and the perfect body isn’t new, and are topics which have been discussed for years.

I also know that there has since the 1950s been a lot of money to be made from young people. 

They after all are setting out exploring who they are, and many have an earning capacity as yet freed up from paying a mortgage, buying nappies, finding affordable childcare, and juggling the cost of living, with setting money aside for the future.

Equally the image of an overweight crinkly 70-year-old may not be the perfect match for a romantic film or the face to sell a range of cosmetics, or even a new electric car.

Sadly, we are often relegated in advertising to funeral plans, moving stair chairs and footbaths.

The historian in me is reminded that down the centuries obesity has been limited to a very few, compared with today, and youth culture is but a new preoccupation.

Dressing like mum, aged 13, 1885

Go back to 1900 and while there were adverts aimed at looking young there was less of a market for specifically teenage fashions or clothes that marked you off as different from your mum and dad.  Most of us back then just aspired to wear clothes that looked pretty similar.

And while all through history there have been youth rebellions from Ancient Rome, through to the Middle Ages and onto the Scuttler’s in late 19th century Manchester who wore distinctive clothes and hairstyles, I doubt they were seen as the norm by everyone else.

I could be wrong, and I await Eric of Whalley Range to correct me, but in the meantime I shall close with knowing that my oversized body has somewhere to shop in Bury.

To which I can add that the shop is not far from the tram stop, affording me that other bonus that visits to Chatleys will encompas an adventure by Timmy Tram from Chorlton via Victoria to Bury.

But on the off chance that I choose to stay at home the store has an online alternative. 

Location; Bury

Pictures; A day at Chatleys, 2025, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and dressing like mum and dad, 1885, courtesy of the Together Trust

Chatleys, Big Menswear Superstore,1A Market Parade, Bury, BL9 0QE, 0161 764 3331- 0161 762 1113, sales@chatleys.co.uk and https://www.chatleys.co.uk/

Bargains and pictures in Bury Market on a day in March

Now the thing about Bury Market is that it offers up a shed load of stalls to wander around.

My sisters and our Geoff are particularly taken by the food side of the market but once that has been done, it’s on to pretty much everywhere else.

For Jill it was the wool stall, for Theresa it was a sideways slide back to the stall offering pies and for Jeffrey it was anywhere where there was a bargain.

And me?  Well I just took pictures.

We spent the day there and then let the tram do the serious business of bringing us back to the city.

And really that is that only to add that  for once there is not a history story in sight.

That said I did wonder about reflecting on the passing of the old Grey Mare Lane Market, which f we lived opposite for nearly two years.

On market days it was just matter of leaving our front door walking across Butterworth Street and we were there.

I have still got a Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terell LP bought from the record stall.

It had the same feel as the market in Beresford Square, but unlike Woolwich was contained within a set of walls.

All very different from Woolwich where the stalls spread out across the square and buses carefully made their way along a narrow stretch of road.

I was back home in Woolwich recently and it is all a pale imitation of what it was once.

But that is bordering on a history story so I shall stop.

Location; Bury Market



Pictures; Bury Market, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Taking the tram and arriving in Bury

Now if you are my sisters up from London and wanting a day out nothing beats Bury Market.

Not only is there lots to see and it’s a shed load different from their bit of south east London but you get to ride on the tram to get there.

In the last year and a bit I have been three times which is pretty good going because before that I had never been.

In my defence the tram is quicker than the bus and at diffrent times I had lived close to Grey Mare Lane Market and the one in Ashton-Under-Lyne.

But now the tram goes all the way from Chorlton there isn't really an excuse.

So having taken a camera as you do  and recorded our day out, I think I will do so again.

The pictures may not rank as particularly stunning but they capture the day and so I shall be returning to the pictures and our day in Bury.

Location; Bury





Pictures; Bury Market 2016 from the collection of Andrew Simpson

A cinema classic in Bury

Now it is always a joy to open an email from Andy Robertson whose quest for recording our history knows no bounds, and is limited only by where his bus pass will take him. 

And so here after a tram ride on a wet grey March day Andy offered up this grand old relic of the cinema age.

It is the Art Picture House on Haymarket Street in Bury.

It was built in 1922 on the site of a theatre which had originally Baptist Chapel which was then converted into a warehouse.*

Today it is a Wetherspoons, all of which makes for a rich and varied

history which has been researched by the Theatre Trust.*

And the more I look at it there are distinct similarities with the that cinema on Oxford Road, once known to many as "Studios one to a million."

There is more, but for that you will have to read their blog and go up to Bury following in the tramstops of Andy Robertson.










Picture; the Art Theatre, Bury, 2015 from the collection of Andy Robertson

*The Theatres Trust Theatres Database, 
  http://www.theatrestrust.org.uk/resources/theatres/show/2233-art-picture-house