Chucking out time
I’m on a bit of a roll...another nostalgic look at Hull. Maybe it’s an age thing!! Today I am looking back to the endless nights spent waiting for a taxi in shirt sleeves in the middle of the winter. This was the norm in Hull following nightclubs chucking out at 2:00am. One of our favourites was Romeo and Juliet’s (pictured). Anyway here’s today’s poem.
Chucking out time
Flocking onto the street
Nightclub revellers slightly worse for wear
Struggling to keep on their feet
Some being sick holding back their hair
Shirt sleeved shivering
Standing by the taxi rank
Some couples bickering
In doorways of the local bank
Queued up at the Bun in Oven
Waiting for a cone of chips
Not one or two a dozen
Girls in frocks and little slips
Lingering notes of cheap perfume
To move along was the norm
To displays of fires in the gas showroom
Where miraculously they kept us warm
Our taxis took an age to come
Life was never ever dull
A night on the town was so much fun
The centre of our universe: Hull.
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