Stir crazy

Fishing

I've not been out since fishing the River Lot, and I have to say i'm getting chairbound.
This magazine editing lark just goes on and on, but I now have everything done it's just a case of setting it out to see if I'm oversubscribed with articles, or need to beg for some more.
One thing for certain things are getting tough out there, many angling related company marketing men have had there advertising budgets cut, or withdrawn, and some are going through all sorts of organisational changes.
Still, editing is only twice a year for me,and I am still enjoying it, so no problem. I'll carry on 'til some young buck wants a go!
The weekly and monthly magazine guys have this going on continuously. Good luck to them I say.

Goodbye to  friends to many of us in our formative years of angling on the tick.

Anyway, my mind started drifting today, walking the Idle and Bain and Upper Witham hunting out those roach and chub, and who knows a barbel.
I see the tidal Trent is up a bit, water must be warm still, so perhaps a couple of sessions before the temperatures drop off.
Any chance of a final warm spell, I wonder?
I've day or two to sort out on the Kennet, the Hampshire Avon and the Severn, depends on more important matters, but the indications are it may be the roach approach for me.

Talking of friends

I'm off down south again next week, firstly to get my mum sorted out with some tests, and then later in the week, a lunchtime 'til late meet, with my mates from the 60's.

The Edgar Wallace (he of Four Just Men and King Kong fame) in  Essex Street WC2 is our chosen watering hole. A place I used to frequent on my trips, timed perfectly to deliver the packets of title deeds to our solicitors in the street, in those early  humble filing clerk/office junior/tea boy, working days.







We've already sorted our Christmas one at the Jugged Hare Victoria, with even older not seen so often friends, from the same period of time. We've all grown old together, so a few absent friends will be toasted, I'm sure.

This friendship thing is all about unselfishness, trust and reliability, something that I have only rarely found since those wilder days in London in the late 60's and 70's.

It's down to me (2)

Student tuition fees

BP's Gulf spill

I must not mock the afflicted , I must not...........

"methinks the lady doth protest too much"

Often when people resort to calling names it is because they have no valid argument left and emotion takes over and begins to dictate their actions.
Since "facts" will no longer support their argument the next thing you know they're resorting to insults.
Well some that is, this one started that way and distorted facts as well.


Dear Mr Fantasy





No Sparra's??

I take the blame, all in my garden

 

Morning DJ

For the second morning on the trot this week,i've turned on the radio and turned it off quick!
Why?
I thought Chris Evans would turn me off after the Wogan retirement,but no he hasn't,in fact I think he's pretty good.  Certainly cheers me up every morning.
BUT, why oh why put that rank amateur stand in, Richard Madeley on?
The bloke is probably the worst local radio broadcaster I've ever heard, switching to Smooth less inane rabbit, Lynn Parsons is good..

It's down to me.(1)

Engine failure on a Quantas airline
Eruptions and tsunami in Indonesia
Anne Widdecombe still in Strictly(apparently)



I must not mock.............

Spreading the net

2131!

Somebody must be telling you all about my Blog,  37 new viewers yesterday.
Thanks

Three Dog Night: Liar





But who's lyrics are these?

Look deep in the mirror, look deep into its eyes
Your face is replaced, a creature you despise
but I know what you're made of, it ain't much I'm afraid
I know you'll be lying until your dying day

Public service

Only me!!!

It was our fortnightly visit to the local last night for quiz night, and who should we meet standing on ceremony at the bar, and I'm sure there's is one in every village, club or Society.
You know the one, he stands at the bar telling everybody, who he thinks may be listening, that "the committee should be doing this and that," and "if he had his way they would be doing it this way."  In this case the Parish Council were the target.
Now, I've served on one or two committees, and I do know there is at least one of this type of individual attached to all organisations, either by residence or membership.
They are the type of individual who no matter how much you butter them up with "that's a good idea" or "we could do with somebody like you on the committee" will without any hesitation say "oh I haven't the time" or " they wouldn't let me have my say".
In other words they are all talk and no action, unless of course they can dip in and out if it serves their purpose. He may need funds for his pigeon loft, or has something to sell.
How many of you in your town club or village has one of those?
I currently know at least one, oh yes and the bloke at the bar!!!
It is this type of individual that stops many a fine person taking part in an organisation in any form, or come to that, saying "stuff it, I don't have to put up with this".
The work involved can either be very little, but very important, or take hours and hours of time at certain periods.
We all have time, if we are really that interested.
The last thing any volunteer for such work wants, is the smart Alec whingeing on and on about "you don't want to do it like that you should do it like this".
However, you do have to have those die hards on board in your organisations who will rise above the Mr Don't of this world because otherwise....bugger all gets done.
No cricket pitch will get mowed, the darts league folds, and those village bonfire nights never get arranged.
Fortunately, some organisations have the thick skinned, or bloody minded individuals on the committee, who won't let the pettiness affect them, and the organisation struggles on.
In fact I know it gives a committee a good laugh at the infantile inadequacies of such an individual as....this bloke





Remember remember

Guy Fawkes (13 April 1570 – 31 January 1606)

Be careful with your fireworks tonight, especially if your village hasn't the volunteers to organise a communal event.

Love Story

I will seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,


The Flu

Now get your mind out of the gutter and, go get your flu shot!