Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Walk How
It seems as though the fishermen (I toyed with the phrase "people fishing" then to avoid being 'sexist', but guess what?- they were all men; it's a very 'man' thing to do, fish) in Teignmouth take it a bit more seriously than the catch-nothing leisure-casters who populate the seawall in Dawlish on balmy evenings (I went west rather than east for my walk this evening [and I drove a bit too, shame on me]). Dawlish = jeans, t-shirt, little clean fishing rod, couple of hours after work chilling out by the sea. Teignmouth = proper big green galloshers wot go up to yr fuckin' chest, standing in the estuary, big dirty fishing rod, actually catching fish. Bizarre, eh? Who'd've thought it? Going fishing to catch fish?
NJS
6/08/2004 09:45:00 pm
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1 Comments:
you waffling twat.
love karim x
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