December 2, 2011 · 2:00 pm
I’m being leant on to write about a particular topic at the moment. But I’m doing my best to resist.
As everyone’s favourite agony aunt Nancy Reagan said: “Just say no.”
If only I’d taken her advice that first time I tried something new, life might be quite different.
Worse. But different.
Angling festival, Hastings Pier, 1948
Back then there were different worries – like the pier pressure of trying to land a big one at the seaside with everyone watching.
No one wants to be seen by all and sundry brandishing a tiddler, do they?
After all, you know what anglers are like. They’re always bragging about how theirs was THIS BIG Continue reading →
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January 15, 2011 · 8:03 pm
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July 9, 2010 · 2:20 am
Sometimes losing letters works well.
I’ve had some big downs and big ups over the past few days, and one intriguing piece of literary gossip.
1. Some fool Continue reading →
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