Saturday, 13 January 2007

Park-arama


To recover from a week of interviews and job conundrums, me and Dee take in the Hull air with a seven-mile walk of downtrodden, less seen, Hull. I resolve to return with a camera. This is beautiful, untouched, urban nonsense, all of it. We head down Sculcoates, past the Urban Sensation development (marketed as city centre living but next to a great big Extracting company), cut through by what's left of the River Hull, past some allotments, the smelt-meets-Cadbury's-Twirl-smell of Wincolmlee, thru Garden Village and into East Hull, where I have childhood memories reawakened at the Splashboat and I overdose on mallows at the purpose-built East Park cafe. Me and Dee thought the new building was ace, but still populated by the people you expect to see at an east Hull cafe. We took a window seat by the charming water feature, only for the over-exuberant waitress to become the most attentive tertiary-employee in history. She swept around us. Wiped three times. All without uttering a word and in a brusque manner that suggested the only way she'd get rid of undesirables like us was to scare us off with an epic cleaning spree.

Then walked home past the J Arthur Rank dosshouse, Sew to Sew, Wed N Things, Cuddly Girls and the Charterhouse, having bought an album of Cossack music purchased from Help The Aged. A lovely afternoon for a skint January.

Listening: Larrikin Love; Ray LaMontagne new stuff, Kings Of Leon forthcoming album

Watching: Leo Sayer being ridiculous with a broom in Celeb Big Brother: "Beatles, Peter Gabriel, Stones, Sayer."

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Benjamin said...

A Smelt-meets-Cadbury's Twirl smell? Oh yes. I suspect you didn't borrow that from the Urban Sensation PR. Respect for getting out and about x

More Chips (with gravy) on my shoulder said...

Dear 049356 ... do you mind if I just call you that (bit informal I know). I have checked your blogs and the answer is No.

Ben,

Those Urban Sensation places are appalling; I dunno when bijou and trendy meant "near extracting factory and handy for canal to fly-tip". But, yeah, was all good fun.

x