Gone fishin!

A week ago in a place not so far far away....

And so it began with being able to tempt sion to join me at the union, the promise of goth girls to eye up all night thanks to the metal soceity having its monthly clube proved just the bait.
The night began with several beers in the campus "hip" pub, followed by heading back to mine to finish my xmas bottle of JD and several more beers, this of course also involved the compulsory put the stupid shirts from my warderobe on and attempt to play along to every song on the media player shuffle.

After sion spending an hour sorting himself something to wear out of my limited supply of clean clothes(t-shirts don't need ironing) we headed out into the cold and hit the union. Things went blurry for the next 5 hours then suddenly i'm queing up for a kebab i don't want.

5 hours later i'm rudely interupted by my dad as he comes to pick us up for a weekend of fishing, 45 minutes of trying to not be sick later i'm sat eating the greasiest bacon sandwich ever in a portsmouth cafe. Hangovers on the way out its time for the grand fishoff to begin, to the winner a free beer off the rest. Wandering down the seafront to the chosen fishing spot you just might think it was a beautiful sunny day, until you realise theres about a -30C windchill factor.

Cue an arctic wrapup later and i'm ready to invade russia. Tackle ready and baited up by Sion (i can't stand worms) i'm fishin. First catch goes to Sion with a nasty little spiky fish.

However his taunts did'nt last long as totally by luck (seeing any bites with the strongwinds was impossible) i haul from the depths a monster flatfish (see below)

Several hours later with our faces eroded from the winds and all the fish buggered off to france we give up, as late cures for the hangovers we go to the bar and also catch the rugby, how Sion survived in that pub full of english supporters i don't know. A nice curry and more beers later (which victory boy sion could'nt hold in) and its back to the hotel.

Day 2:

Another early start and i'm begining to regret leaving my bed the day before, we move down the seafront next to the amusment arcades, a couple of games on the fruit machines later and we're back fishing.

After the obligatory take the edge of the hangover beer

Still no letup in the wind however but its looking promising for fish, unfortunatly the most action that happens for that day is that i fall off the pier wallDefeated we head back for a couple more games of tuppeny shove and then back to guilford to catch up on 20 hours of missed sleep. On arrival back i'm looking forward to that nice hot shower , well they won't be letting me into heaven anymore after my language on finding that the hot water boilers broke (and still is).

Thus ends tonights tale.