Oh dear. Man can't tell difference between a river and an estuary. I wonder if the English Coastal Path will pass through Hull. Anyone taking bets?
First pint I ever bought in a pub in this country was Skol - 15 years old and twagged school in the afternoon to do so. Deffo stronger than 1% - think it varied - can't imagine Hagar The Horrible drinking 1% stuff
I like that much more catchy than Hull or Kingston upon Hull. Kingston On The Coast, it should be used forthwith. Also proving Mr Allam wrong in his claim that shorter is better.
Federation Brewery in Gateshead used to mainly supply North East Working Men’s Clubs with almost passable imitations of beer which the clubs then dutifully sold to their members for about threepence ha’penny a pint. The brewery also canned this piss and sold it under the brand name Ace Lager. Which was ironic for it was neither ace nor lager. Mid-nineties I was living next door to a Fed Brewery delivery driver, who seemed to liberate most of their stock and sell it down our street. One season it looked like Celtic were going to win the Scottish League but Rangers pipped them in the run in. Too late for the marketing brains of the Federation Brewery who’d already canned thousands of gallons of Ace piss in green celebration cans. Me and my neighbour found ourselves in possession of most of this and proceeded to try to offload it as usual. It was exactly the same weak tasteless fizz as he’d sell to anyone for a few pennies only no one would take it in the green Celtic champions celebration cans. I spent the whole summer trying to drink my way through packs of the stuff in order to reclaim the floor of my flat. It nearly killed me. It’s for this reason that I have nothing to contribute to the Brit Pop / Oasis / Blur debate. If you can remember it you didn’t spend the summer of ****e drinking piss from a tin, I can tell you.
When our kids were little we were too hard up (tight?) to take them to the usual coastal resorts so we used to take them to Hessle foreshore instead. They always referred to it as "dirty seaside". Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings! The case for the coast rests.
It was. I recently drank a couple of bottles of Becks Blue, also alcohol free and you know what? It was alright really, better than I imagined.
I had a mate who lived in a flat overlooking Hessle Foreshore, when he told people where he lived, he’d say it was ‘literally on the beach’.
One of the flats that has a hexagonal tower type foot print? I nearly bought one of those quite a few years ago. I don’t think they’d been built long. They had an absolutely brilliant view out over the beach and sea
Favourite game was sinking old beer cans by pelting them with stones found on the beach. Also, searching for treasure in the form of willow pattern pottery fragments. Not a lot of digging involved.
