I would guess I was about 10
And we were on holiday in Cornwall. On one of those rare father son moments, he took me on a small boat about a mile out from the beach and we started a bit of jigging. (if you don't fish, I'll give you a bit of leeway here.) After all the stories of catching thousands of fish, we caught just one. Well, I caught it. And when I say caught, I merely mean it was hooked and I was pulling it in with no knowledge of what to do next! Dad was quite implicit with his instructions, "Get it in t' net!"

I haven't looked back since. Although I fear this herring will bite me on the arse.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 23 Mar 2012, 13:47, 2 replies)

Hmm.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 23 Mar 2012, 13:49, closed)

What? What?
Did it already done?

I have no shame...
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 23 Mar 2012, 14:13, closed)