‘He was for us’: everyone has anecdotes about John Prescott in his village

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In the village of Sutton, which John Prescott called home, everybody has their own anecdote about the Labour heavyweight.

For some, it was simply that they had seen him walking his dog, or out and about in his slippers, but others had more colourful stories to tell.

view of church and street on a clear, wintry day; a tall, thin memorial post is in the foreground with an inscription reading May Peace Prevail on Earth. There is an unusual vintage white public phonebox  in the background.
Sutton, a village about three miles north-east of Hull city centre, is in the East Riding of Yorkshire. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer

At Dresu, a women’s clothes shop, the co-owner Michelle Auker remembers police swarming the village when Greenpeace protesters scaled the roof of Prescott’s family home; her colleague Sam Waud recalls his wife, Pauline, ordering him “naughty” birthday cakes – in the shape of “boobs and stuff” – from Skelton’s cake shop in Hull.

Many here will tell you his favourite restaurant was Mr Chu’s on St Andrew’s Quay in Hull, or that he was never absent from the remembrance service in the village.

Michelle and Sam stand by rails of clothes in their shop. Michelle is blond and wears a blue patterned jumper, and Sam has black hair and wears a black fluffy fake fur jacket; they look jolly and are smiling.
Michelle Auker, right, remembers protesters climbing the roof of Prescott’s home, while Sam Waud, left, says his wife, Pauline, ordered him ‘naughty’ birthday cakes. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer

Colin Foulston, 87, enjoying a pint with a friend in the Duke of York pub, said that despite his larger-than-life character, Prescott was quite a private man, and wasn’t often seen out drinking in the village.

However, the two men had children in the same year at school, and Foulston recalls “Mrs Prescott turning up in her togs to the PTA meetings”. Whether you were a fan of the village’s most famous resident, he said, “depends on whether you vote Labour or not”.

Colin Foulston and a friend sit in the pub with pints of ale on the table in front of them
Colin Foulston, right, said Prescott was quite a private man and not often seen out drinking in the village. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer

At Sutton Fisheries, Jenny and Yong Chen knew the ex-MP well – he would regularly come in for fish, chips and a can of Coke. He would walk down about once a week, and sit down to eat outside, Jenny said, usually by himself, and always ordering the same meal.

As Prescott got older and more infirm, her husband, Yong, saw him pull up in a taxi instead, even though the shop was just a few hundred yards from his house. “I said, you can just ring us and I’ll deliver.’

From then on they would get regular calls from Prescott, always requesting his usual. “Sometimes he’d forget to unlock the gates,” Yong said, laughing, “and I’d be leaning over, trying to ring the bell.”

Yong and Jenny Chen stand at the counter of their fish and chip shop. Jenny wears a black apron and Yong a blue polo shirt; both wear white cotton hats
Yong and Jenny Chen regularly delivered fish and chips to Prescott’s home. ‘He was a very kind man,’ said Jenny. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer

“We’re sorry to hear the news,” Jenny said. “He was a nice man, a very kind man.”

At CJ Hairdressing in Sutton, Ann Bullen, 88, is having her hair done. “I once had need to go to him for something, and it was done immediately,” she said. “He didn’t know me but he was very good, it was done very well, he was one for his own.”

 she and the hairdresser are pictured in the mirror, which is surrounded by gold leaf-patterned wallpaper. A hairdryer hangs on the wall and a string of colourful bunting runs across the room behind them.
Ann Bullen, having her hair cut, said Prescott was ‘very good’ when he helped her. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer

“He was a nice fella, I had a lot of respect for him,” said Glenn Jackson, 68, waiting in the hairdressers. He recalled a village summer fair when Prescott was asked to draw the raffle and award the grand prize of a giant teddy bear.

Jackson was standing close to the front, and heard Prescott look at the number and say, ‘bloody hell, it’s me”. He then announced that he had won, to shouts of “it’s a fix!” from the crowd, but then said: “I’m going to present it to this young man here,” handing the prize to Jackson, who was there with his baby daughter Hannah – now 28.

“We walked home with the teddy,” Jackson said. “I’ll always remember him for that.”

While people’s views of Prescott may to some degree depend on their politics, most here will agree that their former MP, who was originally from Wales, cared deeply about his adopted home town of Hull, and the people who live here.

Glenn Jackson waits in the hairdressers; he sits by a window in front of a plant, candles, a shelf unit of hair products and a section of wall covered in gold leaf-patterned wallpaper.
Glenn Jackson remembers Prescott drawing the raffle at a village fete. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer

“He said all he’d be remembered for was punching that guy,” said Carole Vine, 77, waiting at a bus stop near St James’s church, where Prescott was always seen at the Cenotaph on Remembrance Sunday.

But she recalls much more about the former deputy prime minister. “He bought a lot of property very, very cheap,” she said, but she still believed he was a “champion of the working-class people”, adding: “He had good points and bad points.”

“He got in a taxi and the driver was a coach for a young lads’ football team,” she said. “He told him the clubhouse had been broken into and [Prescott] took out his wallet, said, ‘that’s all I’ve got on me,’ and gave him £200.”

“I liked it when he punched that fella for throwing that egg on his head, I thought, good on him,” said Sarah Jeffery, 48, enjoying a birthday drink in the Duke of York pub.

“I liked him,” she said. “He was funny, he was a proper Hully. He moved to Hull, but he had a Hull accent, and you could tell he was for us.”

Sarah Jeffrey sits at a table in the pub with an empty glass in front of her. She has long blond wavy hair, wears a denim jacket and red lipstick, and is smiling.
‘You could tell he was for us,’ said Sarah Jeffrey. Photograph: Gary Calton/The Observer
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