Trevor Sturge demolished the field
with a fine display of long line pole caught roach rudd and skimmers. At
last he has cast off his tag of Mr Chop and well and truly hammered us. Ken
Whitmore, refreshed from his honeymoon and just a small matter of a heart op
went about sneaking a few blades while Mr Darler popped up with a bleak
catch.
Now here I have an apology to make
you see Ian was not doing to well early on and seemed to get agitated when I
caught a few tiny fish. This is rubbish I'm going home Grrrrrr.
Not one to miss a wind up I
started to whistle a well known Madness tune (fresh in my mind as I went and
saw them on Friday at Newmarket) DoDo... DoDoDoDoDoDoDo you know the one....
your an embarrassment.. This seemed to spur him on, off his box he
got, came up to see me and after I put him right went back re rigged and
started to catch.
By this time I got a bit bored and
went and raided Wills stock of grub. I changed my whistling tune to
another one....Liposuction Liposuction..... Liposuction! I cant remember
the real words. (editors note this is actually Bad Manners Graham.... and
actually says Lip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the
reggae... roles her eyes in amusement and tuts)
This seemed to really wind Ian up
and he battered me! Things are hotting up with just one match to go in the
summer league with the Darler boy just out in front.
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