Brings back memories as a nipper fishing matches on the Warwickshire Avon in Evesham town. The bus would take us there and it would be rancid going home - the stench of bream slime coupled with the cocktail of stinking kids, maggot sawdust and a bag of chips. Did we wash our hands? Did we heck!
The opening few minutes, actually most of this film, is like a gather of the Golden Scale Club.......not much has changed, including the rockets. Now, where's my packed lunch and bottle of beer squire?