First I rapped my pole rig around some branches above my head, a change of gear. Then I hooked an abstraction,  new rig, then I catch a fish only to somehow get my top line rapped around a far bank twig roach dangling.  Oh no! No Matter how hard I tried I could not get free. Out came Ian's weed rake ,what a commotion, still I could not free. Ian came to my rescue and fist chuck I was free and the little roach swam off, few! Yes a new rig! Ian seemed to be doing quite well so I decided to damage limit and go for the silver fish.

Half way through the match Ian decided to join me in making a complete pigs ear of things. First up he decided to drop a kilo of worm down the bank by mistake then he decided to bomb out the carp only to loose shed loads of gear, not content with this he decided to unship half of his very expensive pole into the lake. SLOWLY LIKE A SUBMARINE HIS POLE STARTED TO SINK, until super Tweed came to the rescue and rapped my landing net around the pole end.

There was much swearing for the rest of the match as things went from bad to worse for the charmed one. Poor Kevin what a commotion he had to put up with at the next peg. Compo and Nora! Until the next time.