We went fishing. Yes we did. But not only for the sort of archidross that might divert you all as your computers boot up for this first full work day of what promises to be a boffo summer of unadulterated awesome. Summer! A time of chance-blown skirts and heel cleavage. Of croquet played dirty and wife-beaters worn fair. We know how you passed these long, late, lissome, larking days. We actually did go fishing—for crabs, as it happened. Crabbing, we suppose, more technically. We thought that would be a better way to ring in the season than, say, crabbedly poking at a deck, angry and alone. Outside, folks. It's where the air is.

· Gone Fishin' [The Gutter]

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