18 months ago I interviewed a bloke called David Fletcher who had escaped from a grizzly bear that was following him as he clambered 4,000 metres up an Alaskan mountain and crossing the 23 mile West Fork Glacier. He’d killed a bear cub with an ice pick and its mother was after him. So, hardly surprisingly, he legged it. But he lived to tell the tale and ended up writing a book about it (Hunted) and, last I heard, he’d flogged the film rights. I’ve just seen him in Hull city centre. And he look scared. Really scared. As if he was being chased by a bear. That’s Hull for you.