..there are many vocations and professions that I’ve aspired to follow during my time on this planet, but there’s an absolute standout not-suited-for-the-job slot … that of a fisherman… I don’t mean the banging-out-onto-torrid-oceans type of fisherman, hauling in tons o’ silver-finned darlin’s, yeez understand… heck, no… I get seasick just looking at watercolours hanging in the Art Gallery… the kind of fishing I refer to is the land-based, fishing-line or rod-in-hand from a tranquil riverbank sort of fishing… ‘angling’ to some… ‘fishing’ to most, where I come from… apparently it is by far and away the most popular sport in the United Kingdom… when this ol’ Jurassic was about nine years young, an older cousin was tasked with ‘looking after the boy’for a day… a day when the said relative decided to take me with him on a fishing expedition… p’raps he had thoughts that I might double…
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