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My name is Andy
Pearson, a reluctant resident of the sunshine resort of Spalding,
Lincolnshire, a small place hopelessly marooned somewhere between the
steaming jungle canopies
of the Fens and the idyllic, donkey nugget and kebab dappled beaches of sub-tropical
Eastern England.
Through
the ever downward
spiral of misery that I struggle to pass off as some kind of a
life, I've managed to drag my rods, my reels and my rucksack off to a few of
the different countries of our planet in search of sun, sand, scenery and, well,
wet fish. Along the road, I've tried as best possible to avoid (in no
particular order) getting lost, ripped off, bird flu, dysentery, nits,
sun-stroke or just
plain bewildered with varying levels of success, while remembering to smell the hops
as I aimlessly wander - because its very rude not to.
Despite
some of the stuff you might read here, I love putting a line in the
water and travelling to distant lands. Well, most of them anyway. I don't
need any kind of sympathy for the bad bits... but I do hope you enjoy browsing these pages of
loosely crafted prose. It'll kill a couple of minutes.
If anyone out there should feel the urge, my e-mail address
is gullible10@hotmail.com
and I'd be well chuffed to hear from someone. Thanks!
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