As I am luckily back in the pink so to speak, I have resumed my annual August pilgrimage to the Edinburgh Fringe festival. Big Kenny and I are neither of us getting any younger, so these meet ups in Edinburgh may not go on too much longer, so we need to get them in while health persists.
Consequently I am away this week. However as I know there are a dozen or so regulars to this blog who read the posts every Friday, and I don't want to let them down, I am posting a few 'shorts' in two posts.
Fishermans Tails
An angler at Boscombe pier in Dorset UK, caught a 6 inch Dover Sole and jokingly pretended to kiss the tiddler in front of his mates. However the live fish suddenly darted out of his hand and down his throat .... his friends called an ambulance, which arrived almost immediately, but he had already gone into cardiac arrest.
It took them six attempts to get the fish out of his airways because of the fishes barbs and gills, which were digging in when the fish was pulled backwards. He was revived in the ambulance, and remarkably was sent home after checks, none the worse for wear, but with a great story for the bar.
Consequently I am away this week. However as I know there are a dozen or so regulars to this blog who read the posts every Friday, and I don't want to let them down, I am posting a few 'shorts' in two posts.
Fishermans Tails
An angler at Boscombe pier in Dorset UK, caught a 6 inch Dover Sole and jokingly pretended to kiss the tiddler in front of his mates. However the live fish suddenly darted out of his hand and down his throat .... his friends called an ambulance, which arrived almost immediately, but he had already gone into cardiac arrest.
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| A Fishy Tail But True ....... |
It took them six attempts to get the fish out of his airways because of the fishes barbs and gills, which were digging in when the fish was pulled backwards. He was revived in the ambulance, and remarkably was sent home after checks, none the worse for wear, but with a great story for the bar.
