Sunday, 15 January 2012

Dickensian Salford.

Extract from Oliver:

Workhouse Boy:(Me) [Woken by boy pacing back an forth] Tom, give it a rest will ya? We're trying to sleep (Fish)
Hungry Boy(Mike): Can't sleep(fish). Too hungry. 
Workhouse Boy(Paul Carr): We're all hungry. 
Hungry Boy:(Mike) Yeah, but I'm scared. 
Workhouse Boy:(paul) Scared? Of What? 
Hungry Boy: I'm so hungry(Not had a f'kin sniff of a fish all day) I'm scared I might eat(poach the peg) the boy(Paul) that sleeps(fishes on the next peg) next to me. 



4 comments:

Matthew Eastham said...

Heh heh! Made my day, that did. God help his pupils, that's all I can say!

The Jassid Man said...

A pike like that one caught a grayling that I was playing. The grayling took my dry fly and the pike took my grayling and tormented it to a certain death. It was a nice river pike though.
Have fun,
M.O.

salfordangler said...

brilliant stuff Nick!we def need to have a victorian fishing trip. I am thinking top hats and trout and a flogging for anyone who blanks Mike can have the gruel boiling away on his stove and it will be please chairman can we have some more. I reckon that urchin Tom would do the business again though he has the top hat fishing sussed

Flyfishermanrichard. said...

Nice hat, were can I get one?