I've been beaten like an egg this weekend, first by Wakefield, then by a group of page three girls less than 24 hours later at Fish-o-mania. I tell myself "there are 6 billion people worse off than me in the world", but it sure doesn't feel like it. Friday night there was a noticeably warm reception as we came out for the warm up, creating what looked to be a promising night. However, we managed to jack knife what felt like a sturdy truck ride for 70 minutes, losing control in the final 10, having not been clinical enough take our opportunities and kill the game. Saturday afternoon I travelled to Doncaster's Fish-o-mania determined not to leave my keep net as empty as I was feeling from the night before, but despite two nice carp in my 1-hour leg, the models done us by 1kg. Scruton who is keen to start fishing again said if he couldn't have beaten them, he would have joined them, but I reminded him that despite having a body fit for Baywatch he also has a face fit for Crime Watch, so that wouldn't have been possible. After finishing in an unacceptable 2nd I shot back to the Queens Hotel to meet the rest of the lads for this year's Wild West themed, Rhinos Ladies Night. Bentos (John Bentley) gave out his usual top-notch performance as MC despite Barrie Macs last minute withdrawal; due to a blister on his little toe he picked up on during his 100mile walk last week. The lads enjoyed a civilised occasion with the female congregation of Rhinos' fans, consuming one course of the meal at one table before moving to another table for the next. Monday was a "very" tough day at the office for the boys; referred to in the trade as a "flogging". Bradford's Shock defeat left the table wide open and we're working hard at all disciplines in preparation for the final six weeks; including extra reps on the back exercises to help protect against any stray pitchforks. Keep the faith JJB