Always enjoy Nationals.
Got lost crappity smack knows how many times.

Eventually we drove through sumat like an African jungle to find Branston Water Park.

Good walk to me peg; pegs miles closer than we do them.

Peg looked fine but was a bit deep right over, could'nt fancy it after the temperatures we had.

However, it was pegged on a 'no fishing' area because of cables. ::)
The local Council moved in and started demolishing the hedge behind me, thought they were gonna shear me fooking hair off an me pole in arf

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Had a perch within about three seconds of the off.

It went backwards from thereon.

The only bit of good news I had was Dave McCall was next door so we could have a bit of a natter and me a wallowping

Weighed on 300 odd grammes, - bitterly disappointed not for me but for the team, surprise got 17 points, was expecting 6 or 7 top whack, - just could'nt get bites.
Got crappity smack drenched by the mother all rainfalls, did any other crappity smack have any rain, those I asked said no.

Waited an age for my lift as Eric couldn't get off the A38 because of football plebs:D
Finally got back to the HQ, no food left, no drink

Bitterly disappoionted with 26th.
Chuffed to heck for Pez who won his section.
Went back to Rugeley for a pint to celebrate Fred's birthday.
Anyway well done Dave and the Shakespeare Boot Boys.

Must try harder if I can hang on for another year
Despite everything I still like Nationals, at we least we kept the Laners on the Trent; now go and win the crappity smack next year
