Today, after I had done my shopping, in the interests of anthropological research I thought I would stop at a pub on the way home to take some pics, and, of course, to enable me to do that I had to buy a pint as well.
This is a pub in quite a rough industrial area, but it is a nice piece of architecture (like 'The Tower') as it is a Victorian Hotel dating from when Hull was in its prime during the industrial revolution. That sign on the window says 'B&B (Bed and Breakfast) £15, and I doubt whether you'd get board as cheap as that anywhere in the country. Inside was a talking parrot and various locals, and huge chandeliers and swags. I suppose it is quite a dodgy activity doing this, being woman on her own in such an area, but I never felt alarmed; indeed, I seemed to fit in quite well. The pub smelt of smoke (somebody's breaking the smoking ban) and there were a couple of eccentric old ladies who kept departing to the ladies for a quick fag. I sat in a corner out the way taking these pics and suddenly the air turned blue. As I left the barman said "Ay, you shouldn't be talking like that, there's ladies present" and the bloke who was using the colourful language said to me "Well, sorry about that, it's the first time I ever swore".