The taxi driver was unimpressed.
“It’s a fingers-crossed job,” he grunted.
He sprawled back in the driving seat and folded his arms at the lights, revealing a tattoo snaking down his fleshy forearm.
It read: “Blessed to be born in Yorkshire.”
“The problem is,” he added, “City of Culture only interests about two per cent of local people.”
Hull has a problem. It has been chosen as the UK City of Culture and the blue touch paper for the fireworks is due to be lit on January 1st.
But Hull clearly isn’t ready. The street works are causing chaos, the regeneration projects are running behind and the city suffers a major dearth of hotels rooms.
With an extra 1m visitors expected in the year ahead, the new Hilton hotel looks unlikely to be ready before September and a rumoured Radisson Blu hasn’t even broken ground yet.
Local people are either feeling frustrated, or completely disinterested.
After successful cultural-regeneration projects in Derry and previously Liverpool (as a European City of Culture), Hull is feeling the heat.
I came to Hull for a half-term break, introducing the girls to the city closely associated with the poet Philip Larkin [his statue at the train station pictured above].
Larkin described his home town:
This town has docks were channel boats come sidling; Tame water lanes, tall sheds, the traveller sees … His advent blurted to the morning shore — Arrivals, Departures (1954)
Today much of the industry is gone. The Fruit Market area of the old docklands is a work-in-progress building site with hipster hang-outs closing as fast as they open.
Only The Deep, the family-bustling aquarium with its perennially popular penguins, rises with any certainly above the shifting cityscape beyond the waterfront.
I want Hull to hit its stride. I plan to return with the right commission.
But, meanwhile, the taxi driver wasn’t holding his breath.
“When it happens,” he added, dropping us at the station for the journey home, ” then it will be more luck than planning.”