This is a little story from the Eighties when i lived with my parents and we moved to a different part of Northampton a couple of hundred yards from a local park lake, apologies to my friends from a different forum who have heard this before. I used to Fish for the Tench and Carp in the margins on a daily basis early mornings and after work, some old Irish lady, the local drunk , had an annoying habit of feeding the numerous wildfowl right over my shoulder on a daily basis, on one of our trecks back from the local hostelry we spotted a blow up sex doll in a skip. I recovered it and we weighted it down and tossed it in to my swim, on appearing armed with tons of bread the offending annebriate was shown this apparent body in eight feet of water. She went in to meltdown, crossing herself and disappearing in to the local estate, on seeing the appearance of the police sub aqua unit and the old girl towing the local priest along, i beat a hasty retreat, a large crowd had gathered and when the recovery was effected, you could hear the laughter miles away. Naturally , i kept my head down for a while, but later on went back fishing , never having any problems apart from a few passing Celtic curses.