What happens when everyone is fishing and there are no fish left? I worry about fish. The other night whilst laid wide awake I started to ponder how many fish and chip shops there were in the land. I did a dimwitted calculation about the number of fish and chip shops...the number of customers...and divided that by the number of fish I presume are in the sea at any one time.
Satisfied at my results...I escaped from my bed and made a salmon sandwich.
I call that 'fuck 'em at this hour' science.