It's where one branch of my family come from. They were sailors and one kept a pub. My great x5 grandfather was a whaler and was reputed to have been lost in Greenland in the 1830s. Then my cousin turned up an old newspaper cutting which said that he'd come out of the Black Boy on a windy night, somewhat the worse for drink, and had been blown into the river and drowned. When his body was recovered (from Chapel Staithe, I think) they took it straight back into the pub. Ironically, in my youth I also used to get a bit merry in the Black Boy (and other pubs) but managed to avoid a watery death.

Best thing about Hull - it was the home of the Watersons and have had many a good night at the Old Blue Bell. Other good thing is that Clive Sullivan Way makes it easy to leave.