Prologue:
The Invaders - Alien beings from a dying planet.Their destination : The Earth. Their purpose : To make it their world .
Ernie has seen them - For him it began one lost night on a lonely country road, looking for a short-cut that he never found. It began with a closed deserted diner ...... and a man too long without sleep to continue his journey. It began with the landing of a craft from another galaxy. Now, Ernie knows that the Invaders are here, that they have taken human form. Somehow he must convince a disbelieving world that the nightmare has already begun.

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I first met Ernie many years ago, before the dead sea was even poorly.
Every now and then we decide to fish together,it used to be Saturdays for about 8 hours, but now seems to be relegated to after work sessions of 3 to 5 hours,depending how cold it gets, or whether Ernie has to be up early for work the next day.
After a good 14 + years we still have the occaisional session together. It always starts the same, he wants to fish in swim A, and I want to fish in swim C. We compromise somewhat, fish swims A and B and place our two chairs together.
After a few good moans at each other and slagging one another off, the fishing begins in earnest.(No pun intended Ernie).
After all these years I still don't know whether Ernie goes to catch a fish or two, or just for a good rattle(conversation).
Right, stringers on, and I've chucked out. Ernie casts over my line just for the sake of it, re-casts 3 or 4 more times, attaches a stringer than casts out properly. We than have a good old chin-wag about "The Simpsons" or the price of eggs, interspersed with Ernie making several phone calls or trips to the car whenever possible.
We are not competitive when we fish together, we have only fished together twice this year, result so far; 3 carp 1 bream to me, 2 carp 1 bream to Ernie.
Our third adventure of the season will be held tomorrow evening on a good, occaisionally prolific doubles water, which does contain a dozen or so fish from 20 to 29lbs.
GAME ON, more to follow.................

Game on I see - -I am not competitive cos I always get my Ass kicked so I might look or say I am non competitive but deep down Ernie is a seething mass of frustration.

Oh yes tonight,– let the games begin

Big chuck gear at the ready. 5 bait stringer, Oops Sorry Bert have I cast over you?



Game on,
ERNIE

Does 320 eggs for 20 quid seem a fair deal?

Cookies !

"Does 320 eggs for 20 quid seem a fair deal? "

Depends whether you get a box (360) for £10.50 or not....

I see how this works now, Bert puts some words together & it becomes fact


Ernie’s angle now,


Mild evening, Rods out & the kettle on.
Two good friends came down for a rattle, & between me catching a carp a parachute flying into the trees, the fire brigade coming out & NOT putting out the fire (it was still burning when we packed up at 11pm) & "after returning my landing net I fell and damaged a knee on a concrete slab" FELL IN more likely, it was like a comedy sketch.

I am not sure of the rules but I thought swimming was

Being serious for a second it was a good night, good company, a giggle, bats, critters, carp & fresh air – the essence of fishing.

A pleasant evening was had by all

We shall see what the next session will have installed for us

Ernie

Well.. at least I'm getting them cheaper than two famous TV stars..

Where's the Count fishin' these days?