31 comments on “There is a God after all

  1. Imagine there’s no Mersey
    It’s easy if you try
    Now Hull’s below us
    Above us only sky
    Imagine all the people living for today

    Imagine there’s no Grimsby
    It isn’t hard to do
    No Newcastle on Tyne
    And no Port-o-Leith too
    Imagine all the people living life in peace,

    You may say I’m a dreamer
    But I’m not the only one
    I hope some day you’ll join us
    And the world will be as one

  2. Oi!

    I went to Hull University. Not such a bad place back in the days before the Humber Bridge. Out on a limb, end of the line you couldn’t get there by mistake. Had its own telephone (not telecommunications) company then. The accent was distinctive, Yorkshire with a local twang.

    Hull Brewery bitter was OK.

    Locals used to enjoy kicking those of us in the third team all over the footy pitch (when they could catch us). First team were UK university champions that year. Tony Galvin went on to play for Tottenham for about 10 years.

    The librarian was that poet bloke who wrote about parents fucking you up (you all know who I mean, right?). Used to see him hiding behind columns watching.

    I’ve seen worse places, but I have to recognise that for a lower-middle class southerner, Hull was literally 30 years behind the times. It was truly cut off then. The fishing fleet was in total decline and the Owens (so popular round here) of this world might actually have been able to find somebody living in poverty although I never actually saw any myself.

    I would reprieve it. Have some good memories and actually managed a degree.

  3. Speaking at the Hay Festival, Dr Ellis said: ‘There are one or two people in the Department for Communities and Local Government who are looking at this, but most are planning for a 60cm rise by 2100 but the science tells us that it is going to be at least double that.

    “Science” tells us nothing of the sort… Crappy computer models are NOT SCIENCE.

    3mm a year x 100 years = about a foot, there’s no reason to expect sea-level rise to accellerate by a factor of 4. Dr Elliot is a hysterical fuckwit (IMHO of course).

  4. bilbaoboy – “I went to Hull University.”

    Well, one of the three great universities of Britain after all.

    “The accent was distinctive, Yorkshire with a local twang.
    ….
    The librarian was that poet bloke who wrote about parents fucking you up (you all know who I mean, right?). Used to see him hiding behind columns watching.”

    Yewtree would be on to him these days. A good thing Hull was 30 years behind the rest of the UK or Phillip Larkin might have been in trouble. It never occurred to me before but I wonder if his poem was meant to be read with a Yorkshire accent? The place must have had an influence on him:

    They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

    Yeah, it kind of works. Maybe my broad Yorkshire is not what it was.

  5. My wife went to Hull. Terrible place, I’d never seen real run-down poverty and squalor (in the city, not the university) before then. I found the girls friendly and the blokes unfriendly, broadly speaking; many a good night was had drinking Old Peculier in the Olde White Hart, and there was always a punch-up to be had if you fancied one.

  6. Pogo: ” Dr Elliot is a hysterical fuckwit (IMHO of course).”

    Seconded (in my not so humble opinion).

  7. Back in the early years of the warmist fantasy, I lived on a hill in Somerset and spent many hours fantasising the warm ocean covering the Levels. I would dock a boat at the bottom of the garden and sit out on warm nights in my olive grove, drinking gin and listening to the cicadas. I didn’t think that Defra would hasten the process and try to drown them in the depths of winter.

  8. My summer holidays as a child were spent in Hull. Yes – we were that poor (before education neo-liberalism put some money in my pocket). Happy memories? Nope. So –
    ‘Come, friendly Humber
    Rise you up, and up
    And drown the bloody dump”

  9. So, can I afford a V8 so that I can contribute?

    I’d go for it Tim – you’d be in good company.

    After all, John, Lord Prescott of Kingston upon Hull – who, interestingly, was leader of the UK delegation at Kyoto – was keen to contribute, with a couple of V12’s…

  10. Does Dunwich ring a bell?
    The east of England is tilting into the sea faster than the sea is rising, so
    Oh No! Catastrophic Man.made Global Geology!

  11. Was working in Saltend on a shutdown a couple of years ago and stayed in Hull. First time I went for a drink with my mate I ordered a couple of pints and some crisps, it came to less than a fiver. A gentle breeze would have blown me over. Fine place once you get to know it a bit. I mean where would we get the ferry to Holland from if it were submerged?

  12. The good thing about making predictions that mature a hundred years hence is that the predictors will be safely in their graves and thus immune to mockery of their fuckwittedness. Anyway, as bloke in france says, most sea level rise in England is due to isostatic rebound.

  13. Aye, oop the railroad t’ Beverly from Cottingham (the posh bit) where I lived in a magnificent uni-owned house. Had a double room an’ all, cos I was senior student. Great until one guy went beserk and grabbed a kitchen knife, First he threatened everybody, then he really put the shits up me by threatening suicide, killing one or two of the other students somehow didn’t seem too bad. Managed to walk him to the health centre keeping a prudent distance… Oh, those were the days. No wonder we went to Beverly to get pissed.

    Aye! Beverly. Was it Nellie’s? Where ya peed up against a wall round the back?

  14. From Hell, Hull and Halifax may the good Lord preserve us.

    There’s nowt much wrong with ‘Alifax, mind.

    Bloke that used to be in Yorkshire.

  15. Bb

    Nellie’s, it was. Sawdust on the floor in’t main bar. And lunches twere good, too.

  16. we were billited at hull during the was. I was about age eight. But I will never forget the slice of fried bread that a neighbour gave me. As well we got some of the silk from a landmine that was dropped nearby. Silk was very handy.

  17. We lived in Beverley for six years and really loved the place. The only downside was ‘Ull just down the road, especially the sprawling Bransholme estate. Cross the large roundabout south of Dunswell (used to regularly drink at the Ship Inn) and you felt like you were on a different planet.

    I remember the cheap Sam Smiths at Nellie’s though it was not a place you’d go to kick off a romantic evening. We used to drink often at the Sun Inn, good for real ale.

    On the plus side for ‘Ull was that Mick Ronson was born there.

  18. The people of Hul inflicted John Prescott on us for 30 years and now we have to put up with hil in the HoL.

    Karma is being restored.

  19. 4 whole feet of sea level rise causing panic? The Dutch laugh at you. What’s the cost of a bunch of dykes spread over 100 years?

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