....Don't ya tell Henry....

Blip world meet Henry...or as he's known to Roy....Jock.....that's Roy's idea of a joke because Henry is Irish.

Henry is one of our bailiffs...and he's perfect for the job......no-one gets away without having a permit or buying a day ticket. One time a couple of anglers tried the old trick of offering £20 notes for £3 day tickets.....Henry gave them £17 change in coins!

They obviously didn't like this much because the next time one of them proffered a £50 note....but Henry was one jump ahead...he gave the £47 change in coins again......no £2 coins, not even all in £1 coins ...but in a mix of £1, 50p, 20p 10p, and 5p coins! They've never tried it again.

Henry's other claim to fame is that he's a world champion swearer....... in that laid back Irish way. The first time he met my dad he came up behind us as we were fishing and announced his presence by saying..." What the feck are you on this feckin' peg for? You should be on peg feckin' 4, its full of feckin' fish down there. best feckin' peg on the feckin' water. How do you expect your dad to have a good day if you sit him on a shite peg like this fecker? You should know feckin' better."

Dad's face was a picture! But the strange thing is....Henry's never again sworn in my dad's presence.

Roy's Boys match tomorrow....there 's only six of us going so I must be in with a chance. I've had a dreadful season since May 15th when Charlie's birth meant I didn't enter the betting because I thought I would be leaving early to go visiting.

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