In September 2003, I spent seven days at Crotch Lake, Ontario, on a fishing trip with my partner and his parents. Billy loves to fish. Me, I always bring a book out in the boat. I'd never caught anything before. But then again, I'd never been to the Crotch...

As you can see by this parade of T-shirts, I had only three successful days of angling out of seven. As for the other four days, just refer again to the first photo above: me sitting slack-jawed in the boat, but periodically calling, "Here, fishie, fishie, fishie..." (That doesn't work, by the way.)