He makes a great point to be fair.
Some of my favourite times were when I used to go fishing as and unemployed teenager with my mates on chaddy dam(you know where I mean pal: ) with only half a pint of maggots, a packet of cigs and a flask of coffee. Sometimes we caught, sometimes we blanked, but every time we had a laugh in good banter and camaraderie. Money could not buy those times. I look back on those days fondly and I was proper skint.
Since those days I'm nowhere near as skint and can hold a fish knife in a posh restaurant almost as well as I can hold a chippy fork eating a tray of chips.
A fish knife cutting through a nice slice of fish in a posh restaurant trying to appease and hobnob with judge-mental posh cunts, or chips n' gravy fishing amongst mates. Let me think? : /
The chippy fork wins every time for me; )