"Doing the Zooey" was a pub crawl along the road the ZA stood on. So numerous were the Inns thereon that one's manhood, if not liver, was intact henceforth if you had a pint in each. Many's the ambition that has fallen under the Zoological Arms's thrall.

A neighbour who was at college in Hull tells me the Zooey lives on but without the Zooey, as it were. Strange times. The raging sea must have seemed quite welcoming after a trawlerman's Zooey hangover.