I remember that well, Rob. A group of them on a weekend fishing expedition to Scarborough or somewhere else ghastly and north eastern. Stayed in a guest house. Sweet, faux naif sort of stuff. Grim northern men on their idea of a break from the grim reality of their existence replace it with yet more grim reality. Should have stayed at home and got on with their miserable northern lives. That's the one isn't it?
Yep! they all had massive breakfasts or lunches before they went on the boat, believing it to be good for warding off seasickness, they addressed the captain as "fisherman" the whole time:
Brian Glover: "that's right isn't it, Fisherman, a good layer of grease in the stomach ?"
Fisherman: (turning away and looking disgusted) "if you say so..."
Yep! they all had massive breakfasts or lunches before they went on the boat, believing it to be good for warding off seasickness, they addressed the captain as "fisherman" the whole time:
Brian Glover: "that's right isn't it, Fisherman, a good layer of grease in the stomach ?"
Fisherman: (turning away and looking disgusted) "if you say so..."