Will, did you used to eat herrings? They were very good, quite oily and lots of flavour. I don't think there aren't any left in the sea now! By the way, my grandfather used to take me into his local pub, thick with smoke, and men in cloth caps with the odd whippet. They spoke in unintelligible Geordie, but I was encouraged to try and sing Bladen Races for them. I was four years old and more than willing to give it a go. I was sat on the bar next to some huge, shiny brass pint-pullers and warbled away in my Middlesex accent. Roars of laughter all round, I was delighted. Did you ever see the fish women, Will, gutting the herring on the quayside in Lowestoft and packing them into barrels? They were from Aberdeen I think.