As stated before drink has been known to be indulged in during (with the noticeable exception of the driver), and after a days fishing. During these moments it has been known to find us sitting in the corner of a boozer somewhere talking complete, and utter pish. What with my inability to get peoples names right, and Dave’s famed  innate ability to get lost anywhere further than a 100 yards from his front door. It was only a matter of time before we had to agree, or fall upon some kind of universal shorthand that was mutually understandable. So don’t worry if you happen across some loonies banging on about Green and Black Fuckers, this generic term covers everything from a Viva to a Fritzy gold head. A Kate McLaren somehow got translated into an Elle McPherson, but that was just down to dirty minds. A Wickhams quite easily became a Wigwam, and so it goes on.

As for place names, it gets worse, Loch Fitty is now Shitty Fitty, but that’s an accurate observation, not a mispronunciation. Ballo became Way Below. This as I say, is no attempt to disguise where or what we’re fishing, only an attempt at a form of Esperanto. Just ask John, he can almost understand us now. Although we can still manage to confuse and embarrass him from time to time. Try explaining a dangled fanny to anyone but a BAD angler and you could end up in real trouble, but we ken what it means!

So have a care when your next on the bank, it might not be a Care in the Community day outing. Its probably us!