This Big

I went for a pint and a game of darts this lunchtime. In Pimlico, if you're interested. I go there about once a week to catch up with a couple of mates and to relieve myself of the tedium of the office.

The walls of the pub are adorned with various items of ephemera: a photo of Ian Rush, an advert for Carling, and a massive fish.

The claim is that it was caught in the River Trent some 80 odd years ago. It's faring well for such an age. But then it should be, for I can see the grain of the wood.

You can't blag a blagger.