Fight for your right to party (trout)

'if you don't move that bloody tank off my sodding lawn I will have your luke warm guts for long overdue garters,' said Mrs Overtrodden to the poor unfortunate pizza delivery driver who had accidentally arrived at number 59A Old Souls Road, when in fact it was just plain old 59 he was after. To be fair his company Fiat Panda circa 1984 had never had the dubious honour of being called a tank before but before Jerry Ercoff had time to enjoy the compliment, Mrs Overtrodden was following up her tirade of abuse with old trouts that were now peppering his windscreen as he tried desperately to leave the scene. Sadly a trout the size of a trout had made its slippery way through his inexcusably rolled down (broken since 1989) car window, the trouts smile still in place as it faced him head on having lodged itself in his car visor.

Eventually Jerry got his car straightened out in the road and he turned to the quickly advancing Mrs O thinking an hilarious quip about her wild hair was in order. Sadly another trout, older and smellier than the rest, landed in his lap. 'If only I'd not worn my buttock high shorts,' Jerry reasoned as the trout's cool scales touched his own cooling testicles.

Mrs Overtrodden turned triumphant in her drive, pleased that another small victory against mankind had been wrought and won.