I BUY A FISH
It's a cracking view from Benson Towers, and when the fisherboys haul E468 up the beach, I'm the third to know.
Today's catch of the day was brill, and this evening I'll be raising a glass to Günter Grass. Okay, so I won't be strictly on point, but after a couple of weeks in the windy north, it's important to reconnect with the locals and that bloke in a sheepskin coat who spends too much time in the pub.
Just time to tell the fisher boys of the Devonshire that some maritime laws have never been repealed - one of these allows the RN to fire on any vessel flying the Jolly Rodger. Cracking shot, admiral.