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From The Hull Daily Mail: Time has been called on one of
Hull's most famous landmarks, 180 years after it first opened its doors.
Once frequented by seamen from the docks, the Earl de Grey pub in
Waterhouse Lane has stood out as a piece of the city's history among the
new developments along Castle Street. But yesterday, landlady Gail
Greenwood rang the bell for the last time at the inn, which was
established in 1829 and quickly gained a seedy reputation. It is not yet
known what will happen to the pub following owner Robert Mays' decision
to close it down. But its familiar facade is likely to stay the same, as
the building is listed and its frontage cannot be moved or altered
without permission. Mrs Greenwood said the pub has cleaned up its image
during her seven years as landlady, and has built up a pack of regulars.
She said: "I am glad I took it on as it was a challenge, but now
it's time to move on. "I am very sad to see it go. We are closing
the doors on history." The pub was first known as the Junction Dock
Tavern, but changed its name to the Earl de Grey in honour of the man
who was made High Steward of Hull King's Navy in 1872. Its hospitality
·with booze and women ·was legendary among sailors of the 19th and
early 20th centuries. A report in a national newspaper from 1957 said
travellers from as far away as India and China would pitch up at the pub
asking "Is this the place?". Until 15 years ago, two parrots
lived in the pub mimicking the drunken revellers who propped up the bar.
Cha Cha and Ringo were popular regulars until the pub was burgled in
1985. The thieves, fearing the chatty parrots would reveal their
identities, stabbed Cha Cha to death. Legend has it the bird was later
buried under Castle Street during the road's construction. Lonely Ringo
pined for his mate and never spoke again. |
The Earl is done few favours by being surrounded by, in turn, the
dual carriageway of Castle Street to the south, a coach park to the north and the car park of
Princes Quay to the north-east. It is perhaps no wonder its bottle green external tiling looks a
little forlorn.
But a new management has brought a fresh coat of paint to the
interior and the removal of the "for sale" sign from the exterior. Inside you find a no
frills front bar which might be almost in a different world from the entertainment area just
behind. The pub has achieved, historically, a certain notoriety; and it would be fair to say that
once you get beyond the front bar the atmosphere and entertainment remain distinctly adult in
nature.
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