I was born at Bev's maternity hospital. No idea why. We lived on Anlaby Rd at the time. However, for this reason, Bev is the home of greatness and should be revered as such.
Beverley is great for pubs, but the nightclubs are ****e, Beaver is full of mouth breathers and that Cabana is ****. I only drink in the Foresters these days. My old local. £1.99 a pint on Fridays.
I think a Tiger is a cracking little boozer. There are some lovely places to eat and drink in Beverley but it’s no shock to see the same sad, bitter individuals knocking it.
Only aggro. He’ll no doubt cheer up when he’s marshalling his beautiful boys out in Russia. It’s what he does best.
I was born in the Westwood Maternity Hospital anarl. I know why though. I wanted to be near me mother who was staying there at the time. Did the first year of my apprenticeship at Armstrong Patents, next to the station. Press room that stamped out shock absorber cases was the noisiest place I've ever been in. All the women who worked there ended up stone deaf. They mouthed to each other ask day long, lip reading what each other was saying. They scared the living daylights out of me.
I had a similar issue finding a late-night place once (Parkers?). Just seemed to be walking on country lanes for ages.
Just seen another lovely Bev on the telly on a fishing programme. Bev Clifford is her name and from her accent she must be from Hull. Particularly her pronunciation of home (herrmm) Does anyone know anything about her.
