I ended up down there last week with her indoors and my mate and his other half. Went in Zest about nine o clock so no ****er was in. As we approached the gaff I told them to soak in the air of menace about the place. I strolled in, some skanky whore was giving it loads on the ' dance floor' to some house tune. A couple of hard looking gadges giving me the stare as I approached the bar. It was like being in Henry's in 1990. ****ing brill. Went to order the drinks, turned around to see what everyone wanted to see them heading out the door. Too rough apparently. FFS.
All I'll say is this; It wasn't me driving that night. BRAP BRAP. Who's the Daddy now? Great night and yes I did eat a donner bab in me kegs whilst watching the FL show. Chilli and garlic all over the gaff but my threads unstained due to my disciplined approach to not wearing clothes when eating donnerage. Take heed peasants.
Come back and give it the big 'un if you can tell me Pennine Rambler and Skippers were your locals when growing up. If I felt like going posh I'd take it the Dyke and then Telstar. As Chazz could tell you it was like the ****ing Wild West in Telstar most weekends. As boozers in that area go Zest is full of scum. IMO. I don't mind the place but my other half ain't half posh. She wouldn't be seen dead in the **** hole.
Ah. Fair does. Redeemed then. Regarding Zest, any boozer with a Z in it's name is either gonna be fooking hard, or Metrosexual. We don't do Metrosexual in Hull. It's like being a boy called Sue.
I was in Zest last night. Wasn't that scummy. Some Benfica fans in there with their tops on, on their way to Amsterdam by ferry, i'm guessing. They were the onky seedy ones in there.
The mrs took me in ruby lounge last night, was good even with the irritating ***gy waiter. Was the double of Brendan off Coach Trip!! Went in Tofts was a bt common in there. Then larkins, can't stand the place. Make a big show of and which bitter would sir like. I order it then the dopey bint can't pull a pint properly.
I nipped in for a pint at Christmas to buy a few of my Dads mates a bevvy or two. Best night I've had in ages.
Zest isn't rough at all, just raggy. It's full of unshaven literature types with floppy hair and thick rimmed glasses. Having said that, I did see someone get punched in the head at the urinal whilst having a piss once in there. But that was a one off. Newland is well posher than it used to be, fact.
You could well be right there, Party: Quite a few intellectuals have fled the now over-populated Prinny Ave.
