people from Devon are wierd*

I have a friend from Devon, worse than that he grew up on a farm in Devon and therefore was very much used to the lifecycle of animals.

Anyway, they used to play a drinking game down in the darkest depths of Devon that involved whiskey and tiny little fishes.

Put simply if you lost a round a fish goes in a double of whiskey and said fishy alcool goes in the players stomach. A wee bit cruel admitedly.

Star wipe to the end of a very drunken night at Uni, three chaps and a couple of lasses return home to the damp slug infested palace that we called home. Much banter, joshing and joviality ensues until farmer boys decides to show off.

We had a fish called Dave Neville (couldn't agree on one name) he was about the size of a small tangerine and farmer boy decided he was going to swallow him.

As was previously mentioned this game normally involved fish about the length of the top of your thumb. Dave was significantly bigger and wasn't going to go down without a fight, that is until he was bitten in half and chewed a little bit.

Every last morsal disappeared and Dave Neville was no more.

*I love Devon and it's people, some are however slightly off centre.

EDIT: The fish really only had a couple of days to live as he was very old and quite a bit shit.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 11 Dec 2007, 17:06, 1 reply)

If you think we're weird...
...try the Cornish.
( The Master Baiter is coming soon, Tue 11 Dec 2007, 18:06, closed)