Hybrid-eyes

In the midst of the ransomware heist I discover that the clever nurse had printed off her clinic list in the morning so I  did get my turn in the chair and with the aid of Dynarod she mined about 30 years of tar from both of my lugs. At first the world was suddenly a very noisy place and I could hear everything. Actually, really everything. Christ birds are loud...... I have now turned the TV down from 28 to 10.

I have decreed that any hacker, from a spotty youth in his fart filled bedroom to organised boiler room gangs and everywhere in between shall be forced to publicly eat their own filth on a loop. 

Bit coin my arse. Word is the codes were stolen from our own  spooks in the first place. And sent out again at the behest of that mop haired freak from North Korea. Whose people have to eat grass and leaves to survive. And not shit on a solid gold toilet  like the tangarine buffoon over the pond.

That aside it was quite a good weekend. Wind no longer from the NE and temperaures hitting 23C. 

The copper beech has yet to hit it's peak.

Jasper Farqhuart Mug-Brown is feasting on mayflies

And the blubells are lording it in the shade whilst the kek and mayflower swell and froth like a new romantic's frilly blouse. Won't be long till we get the sweet chestnut jizz smell.

 

Still no swifts but they're on their screaming, scything way.

Saturday and on the very local water by 2pm. Commander in Chief pleased I'd had to get pre-cooked hemp for a change. Not  a red maggitt to be had in town. 2nd stage and  mostly Heinz 57 freshly minted skimmerry hybrids snaffling the corn on the drop. This has jumped into bronze territory, and is the real deal.

Big golden hybrid that sadly left it's fighting boots at home. 4.12 and solid. Spawning bumps evident. This one has not got the reddish fins that some do here.

An old friend with no pelvics wrapped things up at 5pm. Considerably bigger in frame than its half breed mate but lighter at 4.09.

A much later start on the very local water on Sunday (neary 8pm) saw  me along the road bank, just an otter fence and crash barrier away from the very busy road and with minimal gear. 

Different  but still float based tactics employed, a prawn on  a size 8 and straight through 12lb line. Using my old Hutchy 12 footer but with an over gunned 6000 size baitrunner. Fished over pigeon conditioner just off the bank. Potomogeton  and bisort twitching. Started off  with the float fished flat double rubber. Water begining to shake gently as they found the grub. I saw the first bite easily but missed and ended up in the alder. Slid the top rubber down and the float easier to see in the descnding gloom. Another missed bite and then next put in no mistake as the float rose, lay flat then snaked along. Zooming off like a tench and this fish really did fight. A breamy dorsal but a thicker profile and flash of gold.

Another hybrid, ths one golder and with  that maroony red to the fins. Smaller at 4.01 but a real corker of a fish.

Mssed  one more bite (mud pig judging from bow wave) and of by 9pm. Must get me a Drennan Tench Float rod for these sort of tactics.  Lovely jubbly 

Suffolk alive-taste a rainbow of fruit flavours

If it is Bureboytribe weekend away then it rains and is cold. And it was. Kessingland beach was bright and brisk briefly. Southwold, later was wild, windy and chuffing freezing. So it was a contrast to have to ditch the jumpers half way round the nearby zoo.

Down on the Skittles farm.

Talk about bigging yourself up.

True to form I was more interested in the watery side of things along the Hundred River.

No swifts yet. May is the month of verdant bursting out all over isn't it?

Away day shambles

Last trip down to E10 for a while then...

Our recent tradition of an away day in Leyton  will be interrupted  for at least  a year as Orient have fallen off the bottom rung of the Pro football ladder.  Shame, easy to get to by train unless there is a replacement bus serviced or squeaky bum late night connections via Cambridge  and/or Ely. So, part journey tickets discarded it was into the Bureboy Charabanc. You can even park in residential streets right outside the ground.

Not your everyday discards in Narfuk that's for sure.

An hour or so before a RV with the Metropolitan Elite so a stroll was in order. Hair is short, but big in Leyton.

I do prefer the warm yellow London brick but always like these shop tops

For when you are not  quite sure.

The Temple of Mammom. I detest Malls with a passion.

That famous skyline laid on foundations made of  the crushed and under trod masses. Who just love  a Mall. I expect  Lord Lite thinks a Velodrome is for washed up has been road racers like Wiggo.

And the Olympic legacy writ large

The thronging tide of Mammom worshipers clearly come in waves of demographic types.

And  where are the knives and forks we get in Wimpy?

Wonder if he has ever been in a KFC? Or a Paddy Power?

"Poor litle rich boy, coming round here. This aint Broken Britain, this is Broke in Britain"

Back to the strange middle class enclave huddled around the Saturday Food Market.

And who hasn't done this ( a woman for starters)?

By now the Metropolitan Elite had arrived so we decamped to the Away pub, a no craft beer zone of course.. Loud, brash and beer and shorts fuelled banter. Such fun.

In touch with the middle class "vibe" a protest against merciless asset stripping of a footbal club by it's absentee owner was occurring.

With the suits looking on

I wonder if we will ever enter these  portals again?

These ears have made him his living for many  years. Urban myth has it that Steve Lamacq lives on a diet of dry roast peanuts and cider.

Restricted view

I guess we must have scored?

This put the already dejected Orient faithful into the Stygian darkness of despair. So, with touching empathy the away boys decided to lighten the mood.  You can't hold down class.....

The ridiculous chest jutting open armed  slack jawed posturing of the nylon clad drones will not impede the passage of the sacred large teapot.

The usual nonsense in the box

Brief relief to the downtrodden home support from a screamer from a product of the Col U Academy, obscured by that fecking pillar was soon dashed by a death blow that made the away support begin to think play-offs were  almost within their grasp.

And in short order surely the coup de grace (again).

So, 3-1 down, 4 minutes to go and the  home support were galvanised by a possibly pre-ordained signal from the gods. Or someone behind the goal

Farce descended

Rather than enforcing the clear signage

London's finest decided to deploy significant resources to sorting out a possible ringleader, though I though the wheelie riding oldie was far more suspect. The English Football League cited strenuous efforts to clear the pitch. Not sure a  straggly line of stewards  surrounding about 91 degrees of the croud is strenuous..

An even more cringe worthy than Delia's "Let's be having you" pleas from the "Gaffer" of "Listen, listen" could not avoid the inevitable "cancellation "of the game at about 5.45pm.

https://instagram.com/p/BTej1uJDvBG/

Presumably  a 0-3 away win  imposition would have influenced the play off race by giving Col U an extra goal  advantage so  much, much later the remaining 4 minutes were played out behind closed doors, with Orient playing keep ball in their own half untroubled by the Col U players.

Oh well, wonder where we will be travelling to next season?

Out for a stoll, then i digress

You get to see a lot from a bridge.

And sometimes a sheepish grin when someone has been caught unawares.

This chap ain't taking no prisoners, unaware, sheepish or not. "Get orf moi laaaand" I think he said. A local wag on Facebook quite liked his long........ grey grey school socks.

And continuing with the well buff theme I give you one George Elokobi. Big George was a member of the truly glorious Col U squad that had that wonderful first season in the Championship playing out of the Theatre of Dreams that was Layer Road. Like several of his squad mates Elokobi went on to spend time in the Premiership, he was with Wolves, who like us think of him as a legend and he is back with us again, this time  at the Concrete Bowl of Corporate Dreariness that is the Weston Homes Communty Stadium, sweeping the board last night at the Awards night.

( more of my Brisbane Road awayday ramblings in my next post or so.)

Another  Col U legend  from the same Championship squad is Jamie Cureton, still playing like Elokobi and still scoring ( a few more than Elokobi)  https://footballpink.net/2017/03/24/8273/

Thogh I don't think he has ever been described a s well buff.

Making the most of a bad job

Sunday and still that cold wind. Another swim on the now fading Blue Lagoon. Much shallower and with that wind the tow was brisk. Problem was, I'd left the float tube back at home. Found a small 3bb waggler in the shot and hook box.

Meant I was not able to present  a slowed down bait, and the float was too short and not man enough to stay up when the shot inevitably dragged.  Could just about cast to the sprayed  hemp and red maggitt and had a reasonable stab at some roach and small skimmers. Just once the occasional  float dropped short did the biz and straight away I knew it was a bigger fish and then the red dorsal broke the surface. Panic over and in the pan net and  a lovely fresh chunk of a roach just needed it's time under the Flyweight Mk 2. I'd have given more than the 1.02.08 registered but what a lovely fish

Here is the other side. And the stabby, pointy finger of strong, stable leadership.

Then I went home for my tea.

Oh dear. Or would you buy food from this stall...

Not sure they are doing themselves any favours PR wise..