Proper British
Being British is a strange old game,we moan about weather, then stand in the rain.We’ll say “not bad” when life’s gone to shit,put kettle on and just deal with it. Because that’s Britain. We wake up shattered, alarm going mad,look at the weather and instantly sad.Grey in July, fucking freezing in May,then thirty degrees for […]
The Kids Of Today Will Never Understand
Kids today will never get it, and I know that sounds proper old, like I’m one bad knee away from moaning about the cold. But fuck me, life was different then, Hull was rough…
The Childhood Scars We Carry
I was five when the house split, Mum chose a woman and Dad chose blame, after his heart had folded in his chest, and nothing ever felt the same. She found Kestrel like comfort,…
Only Hull Kids Will Understand
The kids of today wouldn’t last round our way, growing up in old Hull on a wet Saturday. No WiFi, no Uber, no tracking your phone, just your mam shouting, “Tea!” and hoping you’d…
Old Blood, New Laws
Before they drag my past up like they’ve found a buried bone, let me save them all the digging, I’ll show the ugly on my own. I weren’t born clean and gentle, with soft…