I decide to fish tritiford park in Birmingham last night (Tuesday ) and in my wisdom and general nice guy act i asked pretty boy whittingham if he would like to come with me see the venue and have a general look round. I have never had any problems at this park if the skimmers don't go theres loads of roach always caught a few.So we get there i had a mate with me who has met Dave before and proceeded to unload the car and assembly my wheel kit.well i was stunned these 2 friends i use the word loosely started to to extract the urine about how long it was talking me and the cost of my home made trolley...so i was hurt you could tell by the way my bottom lip was trembling..but i got over it and drew peg 21 just inside the gate not a bad area 30odd lb of it last match i fished there i had 18 next door so was very happy, gets to peg (TROLLEY intact and got me there) and assembles my kit much to the amusement of Pretty Boy Whittington he has this fit of laughter (again i am hurt lip trembling job ) but i carry, on another piece of kit comes out its my top kits storage system ohh boy here we go again now he is calling me inspector gadget

. the next dig was about my floats just because they don't match like his all his are in neat lines like soldiers he is such a tart...anyway ive chopped my worms washed my caster and mixed the ground bait and start to make balls of it...oh i forgot to add WE pretty boy and me had decided to ball it in(the we bit is important ) so i start making balls then suddenly those arnt big enough he says and these massive hands take over 8 he made me (i had a job lifting them they were big )this is how we do it down my way ok i thought no prob....whistle goes and of i go 8 footballs. The whole park stopped to watch me the noise was incredible i thought this will attract every slab in the lake. on with the worm and of i go i tried every thing even pretty boys ideas not a bite not a dip or a dab anyway 90 minutes in to the match i am abused again about how crap i am and theres not a hope for me and I (yes I picked the wrong method ) and he is going home for his tea because he has some wet paint to watch drying..so thats the story and might explain the sly digs and insinuations from him obviously even after he left i didn't have a bite so remained fish less.but in the true Teepot fashion i am letting him come with me on Saturday to the breakfast club and small heath open( j
ust hope he can handle the abuse its my turn the fat lady always sings )
