When the fun stops - stop!

A catchy little phrase which the gambling industry has come up with, to ease its' conscience, whilst fleecing the punters! I am quite fortunate, in as much, that I have managed to get through life without ever smoking or setting foot inside a bookies! Of course I've played the Lottery, I have had some fantastic nights out at Henlow Greyhound Track - using the Tote system to pick three dogs, but I have never been excited by the thrill of winning, it was the atmosphere and spectacle that drew me back for more; and the fact that my best mate's mum had greyhounds racing there! Don't smoke, don't gamble but I am rather partial to a small "light ale" - I'm no saint - can't live a full life without some vices?
Benno and I had an afternoon/evening carp session on The Royal Military Canal and it was a complete blank, although a nice social. We fished blind, fishing to features and not located fish - there was a raw Easterly blowing straight off the sea and it was raining! We'd planned to fish through till 22.00 hrs; by 20.45 hrs we'd had enough. "When the fun stops - stop!" and so we packed up. It was the 2nd April, quite why we expected anything different is all about enthusiasm over common sense. The RMC does hold a good head of carp, including some very big individuals, and is one of the venues which I am hoping to spend some time at during the next six months. We both agreed that a program of pre-baiting will be our best option, we'll just have to see how things progress.
There's so much stuff going on in the background, my life, at present, is a whirlwind of "what if's?" and "can we really do that?" In the next two weeks my world will be changed forever - in three weeks time there's another adventure planned. For a simple soul these are, indeed, exciting times and, as I've mentioned previously, "Easy Street" beckons! All of a sudden I will be able to experience the benefits of a substantial amount of money and how it will impact on my day to day life. It's a bit of a weird one, for me. I have never been driven by money - I know how to earn it and, in a similar vein, know how to spend it. It doesn't mean anything - I work hard and I play hard. To, suddenly, find myself in a situation where I don't have to think about "Direct Debits" or bank charges is a very strange concept. I detest what money can do. The greed and unethical practices of the banks is the most obvious yet, I have experienced, first hand, how this commodity can rip families apart. I hate the bloody stuff, not because of what it is, but what it does to rational thinking! Greed; we live in a world driven by the greed culture - "greed is good"  a quote from Danny Fairbrass, in an angling context, (I'd change that to "Greed is God!" in modern society)
An adventure on the horizon and a "mammoth" pay day looming - there's plenty to be positive about in Dumpton Manor at present. Conditions look good for firing up the garden moth trap tonight - I added my fourth, trapped, species on 29th March with a single example of  E. monodactylla.