Hull? All bonny lasses there. No. Your end of The Pennines. Picked her up (off the floor) in Knott End Working Men's Club.






Poetic location.   The only place I had someone die on me. To think the last thing she ever heard was me singing Brown Eyed Girl.......   mind you, as clubs go, not the best last view of the world either.

On that subject. How are we to deal with funerals? I suggest a booze up followed by biodegradable bag and a tree stuck up the arse. My mate wanted that and having found a garden of rest that did eco funerals, we sent him off in style.