Man, sell one ounce and you should be able to pay for a years insurance.
And yeah, i'm back with those cocksuckers. That's unfair, my chef is a legend. His brother, the landlord and manager though, he is a fat piece of shit. We've a river running at the back of the kitchen, as in i sit on the wall with the river underneath when i have a ciggie, and one day, i might just be tempted to create a slight work related accident that has him floating down stream. I dare anyone to find a piece of shit like that. guarantee they wont find one.
And yeah, should be good, although tbh, not massively hyped. To me, fishing is sat in a boat or on the bank with a friend or loved one, big bag of weed, couple of bottles of wine chilling in the water, sun overhead, doing things as you want. Tuesday is gonna be me and a stranger in a boat in a lake for 6 hours. My old man has set it all up, and i know that he just wants to get me back into fishing so that i can get onto the rivers with him at the weekends, but hell, break it in gently, don't just lump me in for 6 hours, else i might never want to fish again. Fingers crossed i catch dozen 3-4lb rainbow trout to make it worth my while. My only interst in fishing is the notion of catching and cooking a fresh dinner. Fuck spending a day tossing flies with nothing to show.