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Nick is a BAFTA winning screenwriter with movie, stage and TV credits, including shows like Hustle, New Tricks, Holby City, Casualty and EastEnders. Nick loves to catch and eat fish. He created and presented his a cult fishing show, Screaming Reels, on Channel 4, and co-wrote the River Cottage Book of Fish.
He lives near Beaminster with his wife, three sons and daughter. Oh, and he’s addicted to buying fishing boats. Mostly leaky ones.
Pike have a reputation for being hard. For being ambush predators that like to kill. As far as British freshwater predators go the pike is a thing to fear. But sadly, in the global scheme of things, pike are pussies. Read more »
There are moments in everybody’s life when they know they’ve made a mistake. Commited an error of judgement. Backed a wrong ‘un. Laid an egg. Bad choices are easy to make. The hard part is living with them. When it Read more »
Back in the 80s, I lived in a squat. In Brixton. During the heat of the riots. Outside my bedroom window, in the house I shared with three other earring-wearing, spiky-haired, Clash-loving post-punks, was the flat roof of the kitchen. Read more »
I used to moor a boat in St. Katharine’s Dock, a huge deep cauldron of water that nestles cheek-by-jowl with the Tower of London. It was a fascinating venue, then owned by the building and construction giant Taylor-Woodrow. And, it Read more »
Fish are fashion victims. They’re as easily affected by the fickle fluctuations of fashion as any self-conscious teenage schoolgirl. Fish are the playthings of the piscatorial catwalk. One minute, one species is a supermodel. Next, it’s picking its way across Read more »
We had a China cat sit on our telly through most of my childhood. It was a really naff bit of 70s design, with a long, long neck and a flower-motif running up the length of its body. My mum Read more »
If you find yourself in the Midlands, and a strange man asks you this question: ‘Eh lad, can you do the Rutland Roll?’ What would be your reply? Would you: A. Slap his face. B. Shake your hips in a Read more »
Carp don’t do much for me. Apart from annoy me. They are fat, stupid, overrated fish, who populate too many of our country’s lakes. They spend most of their lives sucking great gobfuls of mud from the bed of ponds, Read more »
It was barely ten o’clock at night. The sun hadn’t long peeled itself off the big sky. My car’s engine was still hot. The midnight picnic untouched. And already a sea trout lay twitching on the bank. A fish. A Read more »
Father Jack is alive and well and living with his brother in a cottage on Downpatrick Head in County Mayo. You know the one I mean, the toothless drunken Irish priest from Channel 4’s Father Ted. The one who snores, Read more »