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    Been a while, a long while actually
  2. Its getting like a dating agency on here
  3. Hi Alan, I had a look at the Sensas 250 today and I like the look of it so may get that one. Just waiting now for the temps to rise a little and I may head off to Newsham for a bash
  4. Hi all Ive been away from serious fishing for a few years now and my gear has been raped by my teenage son who does not like to replace anything. Besides using all my terminal stuff he has wrecked my seatbox so as I have decided to get back into things I need a bit of advice on what to get. I still have my river stuff, seat etc so this is for pole fishing on lakes commercials etc. I had a look at the Maver Pro today and looks ok with the foot plate attached and reasonable at £160 but the main thing for me is comfort and I want to get the most comfortable seat box as the sitting area of me has a lot more weight on it as the years are catching up so any help and advice would be greatly appreciated
  5. So really its the person who is giving you grief that you want to kill and definitely not Richard Branson and you definitely don't want to exterminate any of his holdings
  6. The Alan I knew would have just gone to see him and nip it in the bud
  7. These reels are mint in boxes and all have spare spools and all spools are alloy. All spools fully loaded with line. I bought these 2 days ago unseen from a friend but I now realise that they are a bit big for what I wanted them for hence them now being for sale for what I paid £200
  8. I don't smoke anymore and do my clothes not stinking of stale smoke after a session at the pub but its weird when you are all having a chat and a drink then everyone marches out for a smoke leaving me at the bar. Can't wait for the summer and I will stay outside anyway
  9. DO NOT SHAVE YOUR ASS HAIR! Don't Shave That Hair!!! I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic ****- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own **** blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
  10. My mate Rami with a erm frog in Puerto Vallartta Mexico A beach peddlar in Puerto Vallartta I spotted her taking snaps of her family while the yweren't looking and I did the same to her
  11. My faourite place without a beach New York New York Yuksel at the Mirage I liked this one Freemont Street Nice Place and good casino
  12. Don't know her name she just joined on our boat trip Our day out Galinka playing galinka again Galinka once more Old man praying in Mugla
  13. Nice one jeepster and don't worry I have other photo's of an artistic nature. Fishing is only saltwater as nowt fresh around unless you count some trout in the streams running into the sea. Lots of giant mullet and as usual very hard to catch. John
  14. Some of the places I have visited and people I have met in 2005. Will add as I find them. My quiet place near Icmeler Turkey where I live from early May till the end of the seaon. This is Amir with his girlfriend, he works for me as a rep and is also a good friend. The View from the lokanta on the beach at our "swimming hole" Rami my partner on the right with a friend of ours Hamit Hamit and Tango dressed as a belly dancer
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