
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…
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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…
Read Poem