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3 Mar

Albert has had to wait six years for his appearance in this blog due to a slight aversion on my part to anything batrachian. It’s been three years since my last toady post so allow me a small indulgence while I clear these old photos out of the waiting list. This fine fellow squats (he may have hopped off by now; it’s been a while!) by the entrance to the Pearson pub on Princes Avenue. If you have no idea what Hull’s Toad fixation was consider yourself lucky and count your blessings.


The Public House

6 Jan

Next door to our greasy fingered barber is the Star of the West or rather the reinvented Star of the West. The original watering hole was on West Street (geddit!) and looked a lot like this
As I recall I went into the old place on my first Saturday afternoon in Hull some thirty five or more years ago and had a pint of uninspired beer and a memorably soggy and execrable steak pie. A fine welcome! The place remained a sleazy dive, frequented by Saturday night pub crawlers and reporters from the nearby Hull Daily Mail. I never went in again and can’t really say I missed it when the old place was knocked down to make way for this. However in my assiduous research for this post I did come across a song about the Star of West, it’s in the ‘folk’ style and clearly the writer was more impressed than I was.

That old triangle

15 Oct

I started the month off with an abandoned street but did not have the space to include this empty pub also on that street. This is the Dram Shop that I posted before in happier times. There are more, many more, unoccupied buildings on this and other streets but to post them all would give the impression that Hull is the least prosperous place in the country and that would be a poor show, old sport …

The Polar Bear

29 Apr

The Polar Bear on Spring Bank has gotten itself a pretty new sign, well it’s new to me. The place seems to have the decorators in at the moment so maybe it’ll reopen soon.
The weekend in black and white is here.

Wave goodbye to the purple pig

8 Apr

The oddly named Purple Pig restaurant on Trinity Square went  belly up last October when the company that owned it put itself into liquidation. A nearby planning sign indicates that it is to reopen as a pub and further research tells me that the pub will be called “The Head of Steam” (*sigh* Pubs used to have such quaint names as the King’s Head, the Red Lion or even the Drunken Duck; now all pubs in a chain have the same name). The new owners are Cameron’s Brewery from my old home town, Hartlepool, so it’s bound to be a great place. I just hope access is restored to these premises as, at the moment, it’s just a bit tricky ….

A movable feast

25 Mar

This Sunday being the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring equinox means that it is Easter Sunday, a day for eating chocolate eggs and chocolate rabbits and, well, chocolate basically. (I know it has some other significance but we’ll leave the increasingly irrelevant, not to say bizarre, Christian sects and crazed neo-pagans to their own private grief. ) This, of course, means that today is Good Friday; a day for eating hot cross buns, traditionally just lightly toasted and eaten with a smidgeon of melting butter, very yummy. But what’s all this then? Here, from a distant antipodean place (where no doubt be dragons), comes this meaty, cholesterol laden concoction; the hot cross burger! I love it! It offends on so many levels that I’m almost tempted to wander down the road and try one.

Don’t you know there’s a war on …

23 Mar

And so to Bridlington, and what is all this then? The High Street was chosen to be the location for filming a rehash of Dad’s Army, a late 60′-early 70’s BBC sitcom about the Home Guard in WW2 (sounds dire but was actually very good, and still is, a bit of classic). The filming was in 2014 but the film itself has only just been released (some say it should be recaptured and never see the light of day). A review in the Times called the venture “cultural necrophilia”, the Guardian said (more or less) it wasn’t as bad as it could have been while others politely called it a “bad idea”. As the original show is repeated constantly on TV I really can’t understand why a second rate repro would get off the ground. Anyhow shops on the High Street are brazenly cashing in while they can with windows taped up against air raids, vintage posters and a general attempt to recreate 1940’s Walmington on Sea; and who can blame them?

The Black Lion pub was renamed the Royal Oak in the film and no-body seems to have taken down the sign.