I can listen to Fighting Talk again now that tosspot Widdecombe isn't on it anymore. So heard the you can't play Gerrard and Lampard in the same England line up chestnut come out again yesterday. I remember three things about Gerrard:
That petulant moment when he berates Alonso for his long range hoof against Luton rather than a short pass to him so he can spray a 60 yarder then watches it sail in over the hapless keeper's head.
His pathetic scouse How can I leave? after the Champions League final turn around when he'd been wanting away.
And that comedy We can't slip up boys in the huddle hen doing just that.
Lampard? The Redknap and Lampard genes skipped to Jamie for sure.
Oh yes, and I had one last macerated half lamprey left in the freezer which I thought might be robuster than a sardine if I needed to paternoster something over the weed or above the crays.
This fast run and eddy does call for a paternoster so out it went and I settled back in the chair out of the cold wind.
Bugger me but the spit of Jimmy Bullard had just walked by when a one toner indicated the lamprey had set off for the sea. The pike attached to the lamprey had sped through a trailing of willow so rod well down, scraping against the bottom, hoping there were no subsurface snags. I managed to drag and steer the heavy fish back up against a decent flow and out into more open water and after a few more hairy moments had my first decent pike of the winter up on a mat. A real small headed, droop snouted pig of a fish. 14.02 on the Fly Weights.
A couple of fruitless moves livened up a little by the well heeled dog walkeresses, a gaggle of long tailed tits and a pair of kingfishers before being chased off by this approaching stuff.. It has turned a lot colder but we need a good solid week of rain, the river is on it's bones.
A fine looking specimen, that's for sure! As for wasting a moment of your life pondering over that Gerrard/Lampard chestnut - you should get out more! Tight lines - Dyl
ReplyDeleteThanks Dyl. Clear water, great colours. The perch are to die for.
DeleteI'd stick with pondering the 'well-heeled dog walkeresses'. The long Tailed Tits, it sounds an interesting bit of river bank. An inch of rain on Saturday but still no pumping to shift the salad but -2 this morning.
ReplyDeleteThe frost became more evident as I cleared Fakenham this morning TT. Yes, some interesting companions to the hounds that drag them along there to be sure. "Now Fernyhough, stop annoying that scruffy oik of a fisherman please do, I have some veal bones in the larder that would be far nicer than that smelly wax coat, perhaps Cook has some demi-glaze to go with them."
DeleteA wax jacket would be much preferable to veal bones. It would last hours.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure Lampard started the ridiculous pronounciation of "footballers" as "fftbllers". It's the little things that get on my tits. Can't play them together. Play either by themselves for England and they were shite, as are most who don the shirt. I gave up watching England after the world cup of 2006. Shite.
ReplyDeleteWorst England players: Glen Johnson, Oxlade-Chamberlain, Stones (Ball playing centre back my arse) Smallring, Wilshite and that pony tailed West Ham tosser who looks like Jah Jah Binks? And for us oldies Steve Bull. At least Crouch had two good feet.
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