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Really Wrecked S.A.C. J ust a quick one, as I don’t want to take up too much of your time with pointless chat. Hmm, not a very credible line to take, as anyone who’s ever had the bad luck to get into a conversation with me will testify. Especially that bastard Ken Leicester. Ideally I’d be able to bend your ears back with, say, 30,000 words of unadulterated drivel, but sadly, I’ve only got limited amount of material to work with, so you’ll probably get off quite lightly. Great news Web things So if you’ve got any pictures that record pivotal or unusual moments in our shared history (pics of decent fish, Stevie getting a round in, Adam not falling asleep on deck, Smedley not involved in a huge tangle etc.) send them to me and I’ll include them in our album. It would be great to get a more or less complete archive of club members with fish. Either scan the photos or slides yourselves (100dpi is fine) and email them to me as jpegs, or send them to me and I’ll do ’em. More trips The first date should feature cod and conger with any luck, and the rest will be mainly codding trips, though the big pollack may have started to show by March, which is why we’ve got two trips booked then. We’re due a session or two heaving in big fat double-figure pollack. Winter trips tend to be closer inshore than the summer jaunts (though not always), so the journey times should be reduced accordingly. Adam also suggests that if in the mean time you’re getting itchy for more fishing, you might like an evening codding/bassing off the beach or a day’s piking at Ardingley Reservoir. It should be a laugh, and will give you the opportunity to see Adam fall asleep in a new fishing environment. Let him know if you fancy doing either. Dinner date We’ll be making a number of awards, including the coveted Really Eelly Tankard for the biggest eel taken on a club trip in 1999. At the moment Clive is in line for this most prestigious trophy, but there’s still one more trip to go this year… Partners are, of course, welcome, but do make sure they realise that at some point in the evening, they are going to be confronted by a drunken Frost wanting to discuss in great detail the relative merits of the flasher pirk as against the home-made lead-filled gas pipe, or Clive talking a rapt group through the gutting and filleting of the various fish species found in the English Channel. And, naturally, as part of the general fishy flavour, there will be piscine speeches and all sorts of marine-based entertainment, (though if you’re really good, I promise I won’t make a speech), and the traditional attempt by Adam to persuade everyone to play conger-cuddling. So phone Adam now and confirm your place. DON’T MAKE HIM HAVE TO PHONE YOU FIRST. You know what he’s like when he gets grumpy. We haven’t got anything sensible like a menu or a price per head yet, but you can rest assured it will all be delicious and good value for money. If you’ve got any decent suggestions as to where we should hold it, phone Adam or me (0171 733 8049). One last thing, we’ve decided to bite the bullet and ask for a £5 sub for next year. This is to cover the cost of postage and to pay back the £175 of deposits I’ve got with various skippers in the club’s name. If you think £5 is a bit steep for the dubious privilege of being sent another piece of unwanted junk mail all too regularly, then HOW DOES A TENNER SOUND, YOU BASTARD? On this note, we’d like to say a fond farewell to (as of the last paragraph) ex-club member Steve Newham, who would love to pay the subscription only he seems to have left his wallet in his other jacket. |
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