Yes dear sluicers (& lurkers), we were faced with pretty dismal conditions this morning on the match length. The Lostock posse grows in numbers almost on a weekly basis, with the slithering Adder making his debut. His cheese-eating surrender monkey car has decided it doesn't want to work without a clutch, so for today's transport, he thumbed-it with Deputy Dawg. The Lostock super-pool was then thrown into chaos when 'El Capitano' asked Paul if he wanted to enter. Not much chance of that as he was off home for his breakfast after the all-in, so it was just the five of us....
Adder was chunnering summat about having to get on the Standish MG blog when he got home 'cos he'd been in McD's in Chorley talking to Pete, so he probably won't be reading this...
I was on bum-peg 5 today and didn't really fancy my chances at all. I had a pleasure angler on my left (why is there always one who either forgets that there are matches on Sundays, or decides to be bloody awkward?) and I had Mel on my right, fresh from doing exceptionally well at the Walls Solero Ladies Festival at White Acres, where she finished 5 points behind the eventual winner Helen Dagnall and with only England internationals between them - well done Mel.
It finished up being a bit of a battle of the tommies - all everyone seemed to have in front of them was ruffe. I had a decent hybrid on the shell early on, along with another few smaller ones and a couple of roach across near the end. The rest of the time, all I could catch was micro-tommies; one even gave me a wrap-round on the lead...
Captain Cock was the other side of Mel on peg 7 and at the all-out he gave me some old sob-story about getting seen off by a big tench into the stick-ups, but I think it was a perch. When the scales came down, he tipped out another tench he'd prepared earlier (the cunning so & so) and the needle went round to 4lb 1oz. Up to that green thing sliding into the sling, I was fancying my chances of the 'clutch fund' as Rob and Mick hadn't done a big lot and the Adder was cock-a-hoop with a big 2lb from the wides. Cue much merriment from Capt. Cock as his sprung had been well & truly trapped. Mel had chucked back, so I weighed next. Imagine my surprise when the scales went round to 3lb 14oz - bloody chiselled to the tune of 3oz!!! Not only that, he got third in the match and the bloody clutch fund n all. So happy was he that he's coming back tomorrow night for another do....
I dunno who was second -which was partly due to the minor subterfuge going on trying to convince Adder he'd won the super pool. He, Rob & Mick were under the impression I'd had 13oz and John has 15oz. Adder was bouncing back over the plank and when I went back down the car park someone must've told him the real result. "I'm not bloody coming back here - it's crap" was all I could understand, so it's a good job we're off to Foxhouses next Sunday. Final word is one of congratulation for Colin Cliffe who took the honours on the day with 1llb 14oz off the filing cabinet - sorry, peg 1.
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