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Pretty much right, although I would say Hull for the incompetent.Hull for the continent, Withernsea for the incontinent was the old saying

Pretty much right, although I would say Hull for the incompetent.Hull for the continent, Withernsea for the incontinent was the old saying


Absolutely brilliant, never heard it before but I will most certainly be playing this to a lot of people who this will mean something to.I've owned the album for donkey's years. I was going to post it a few days ago when you first talked about where you lived, because of the reference to Kirk Ella.

Work like horses, spend like asses.
OMG where did you find this?? That is such a true song, we do have a lot of fishing skippers living in our little hamlet. Most of them are ex skippers from the days the fishing industry was at it's height. The skippers always bought suits and dressed in them when at home, brylcream in their hair was a signiture etc etc. Getting paraletic each day was a ritual and many pubs in Hull were famous for hosting the crews of each vessel, I still have family who are involved in the fishing industry and my father was the youngest skipper to sail out of Hull. I am going to download this song and save it as this is true herritage and will be of interest to a fair amount of people that I know. 3 day millionaire is referirng to the ships had a 3 day turnaround before they set sail again.

The fishermen today still earn good, but in the 70s at the height of the cod war the fishermen earned an absolute fortune. Skippers were on another level, in Hull in the 70s and into the eighties you could literally do what you and your mate did in Spain and walk onto a ship which usually involved bunging someome a £10 "gift" and you was on. A lot tried the trade and a lot left after 1 trip away. My mother wouldn't let me go fishing even though my dad was a skipper. My whole family were fishermen and some still are. I dare say you and your mate dodged a bullet back then. As my mother said if. you go fishing, "it will break your heart".I saw that 3 day millionaire film, very good. In roughly 1973/4 me and a friend hitch hiked down to Spain, we didn't get ,many lifts and ended up on trains most of the way down. We ended up in Barcelona docks trying to get on a merchant ship, we didn't have seaman's union cards so that blew us out and after being escorted off a Russian ship at gunpoint we gave up. Anyway, at that point we met up with a fisherman from Hull who arranged a room for us in the same digs as his, prior to that I'd worked at Fords taking home over 40 quid a week which was good money, the lad from Hull told us he earned 400 quid a week on the fishing boats, he had a Gibson Les Paul with him so I tend to believe him.
We agreed we'd meet up in Amsterdam and try our luck on the boats there, me and my mate didn't make it, we got as far as Brussels before having to give up and run for home.
On getting home the job situation was grim and my mate joined the Army, did a couple of tours of NI before dying, not in NI but in a car crash whilst on leave.
Don't know what happened to the fisherman from Hull, or his Gibson.
I saw that 3 day millionaire film, very good. In roughly 1973/4 me and a friend hitch hiked down to Spain, we didn't get ,many lifts and ended up on trains most of the way down.
My whole family were fishermen and some still are. I dare say you and your mate dodged a bullet back then. As my mother said if. you go fishing, "it will break your heart".

Where did he sail out of Harry?The good old days! I would walk/hitch all the way from Yorkshire, down and back to Cornwall, I would usually manage it within 30 hours, with a heavy rucksack on my back.
My father was on trawlers during the war, mine sweeping.

To this very day that is how they work, taxi waiting at the dock. Most use their cars once at home. Nowadays it is more like 2 weeks on and three weeks off. Still 18 hr tough work days thoughMy wife's uncle sailed out of Hull on the Northella which went to the Falklands in ‘82.
He used to have a taxi on stand by for his time ashore. Met him at the docks on return and ferried him around each day until returning back to sea and dropping him off.