I left Hull two weeks after the third trawler was lost so I've been in exile in London some fifty years come next February. Always remember that bus ride from North Hull to Paragon, foggy and getting dark around 2pm like the whole town was wrapped in a shroud and the grief was there on the streets, people comforting others.

Saddest of times but thankfully things have bucked up, this years Culture Fest has been gobsmacking, we've been back four times this year [that's 204 return trips, about 100,000 miles since '68. Anybody top that?] I do seem to remember though that certain members of the fishing community were not happy with Big Lill's activities and she and members of her group were abused verbally and a couple times physically for involving themselves in 'men's business'. She was proved right in the end of course, I think she died before the final struggle with the Trawler owners over their refusal to make redundancy payments as the crews were seen to be self employed!

It's been nice doing business on you!

I shall now go and play '3 day Millionaire' very very loud!