Kingston-upon-Hull City of culture.

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The Horse's Mouth

Proud to be an Inverted snob!
Dundee is nicer than Hull. Only place ive been to in Britain worse than Hull was Barrow in Furness.
 
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asterix

Comrade Member
Location
Limoges or York
The Bridge actually goes to Barton and not Scunthorpe - sunny Scunny is about 15 miles away if you use the old roads (i.e. are a local or a cyclist) and 22 miles away if you use the motorways.

And since when has it been know as "Kingston upon Hull". It should stick to its roots and the name of "Ull" (silent H) ;)

Most of the people I know in Kingston-upon-Hull go to Scunny via the bridge, so that's where it goes to.

The Hull is a river, a rather dingy very muddy one.

If the place stuck to its roots they would have a fishing industry, instead of a single ancient vessel perched in the mud on the side of the river.
 

Fnaar

Smutmaster General
Location
Thumberland
I always admired the prescience of the Housemartins:
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The Horse's Mouth

Proud to be an Inverted snob!
I thought Barrow in Furness was the worst place in Britain for a long time ... and then I went to Methil ...

http://www.fifetoday.co.uk/news/is-methil-really-the-worst-place-to-visit-1-2213017

But Methil isnt a cul de sac
 

Globalti

Legendary Member
Hull awaits my pie investigation visitations. There`s several pie shops of interest to me.

Vern... slight thread hijack but last Saturday I bought the BEST pork, chicken and stuffing pie ever from Weeton's in Harrogate. It's next to the Specialized Concept store so worth a trip on two counts.
 

Archie_tect

De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
Location
Northumberland
The only people that stay overnight in Whitehaven are cyclists starting the C2C the next day... apart from salesmen travelling in lay's underwear.
 

snorri

Legendary Member
Memories of a stopover in Hull..
Visiting the preserved trawler Arctic Corsair at the museum and being shown around by an ex trawl skipper who had actually been there and knew what he was talking about.
Trying to find a quiet pub.
Waiting for the sounds of bedroom sports to finish and the landlady to come back downstairs so that I could pay my B&B bill and continue my cycle tour northwards on the east coast of England.
 
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