Jeff Woodhouse
Moaning Marlow Meldrew
Sadly they haven't made a fishing game for the PS2 or Wii yet to rival with Grand Theft Auto or any of the other savage and highly violent games that kids love playing. So instead of going out to sample angling in real life they pick up knives or obtain guns and turn in street gangsters killing each other not realising that unlike the games, in reality you DO die.
Part of it is sloth-like children growing obese and over protective parents not allowing their children out in case one of you (or me) turns out to be a paedophile and tries to do them some mischief on the bank. It's all a part of our present sick society that pays too much attention to a few bad (and sickening) news items, but let's face it, it always went on probably in about the same ratio as now.
When we were kids
I don't know, posh Brummies. In our day jam was reserved for Sunday breakfast and for a drink we had a bottle of water with a stick of liquorice in it and you waited until it melted and then shook it up to look like dandelion and burdock. The target was to try and catch a gudgeon (or two) over 6 drams and if you caught a perch you walked home on air. All the kit went into an ex-WWII military gas mask bag and you sat on the dry mud or concrete on your ar$e. Kids would never do that now!
We are a dying race. 2030, angling will cease.
Part of it is sloth-like children growing obese and over protective parents not allowing their children out in case one of you (or me) turns out to be a paedophile and tries to do them some mischief on the bank. It's all a part of our present sick society that pays too much attention to a few bad (and sickening) news items, but let's face it, it always went on probably in about the same ratio as now.
When we were kids
we would go fishing all day with little more than a jam butty and bottle of squash.
I don't know, posh Brummies. In our day jam was reserved for Sunday breakfast and for a drink we had a bottle of water with a stick of liquorice in it and you waited until it melted and then shook it up to look like dandelion and burdock. The target was to try and catch a gudgeon (or two) over 6 drams and if you caught a perch you walked home on air. All the kit went into an ex-WWII military gas mask bag and you sat on the dry mud or concrete on your ar$e. Kids would never do that now!
We are a dying race. 2030, angling will cease.