Sick of listening to Nick Clegg, David Cameron and everything coming out of the IMF, Greece and the Arab spring I decided to go fishing while they all talk mince and sort nothing out. It seemed the most reasonable of options and the window in the weather albeit with crap tides and times seemed preferable to buying a new TV after considering launching a wading boot through it just before the forecasted"rogue satellite" potentially crashed into the street or perhaps the nearby primary school.....Anyway no Bass at Turnberry tonight, the sea had a nice lift and roll to it but all I managed were two Flounders and a match winning bag of kelp when the tide did eventually turn. So two hours of peace was to be had and even if the weed rolling around in the tide caused me a few problems it was better than visiting Dixons or Comet and explaining to my insurer how a wading boot caused the TV to break.
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