For Big JG, My Mum
A foundation can crack from weight it could not bear, But you were Hessle Road rock, with a no bullshit stare. Kestrel in your courage, Three Hammers in your name, Big JG walked in…
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…
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…