‘There once was a fisherman, alone on the ground.
His friends were up high all safe and sound.
Needing to climb to rejoin the pack,
move he could not garments all up his crack.
A swift pinch of his pants and the wedgie was gone.
He jumped and climbed but found his friends were none.
You see a fisherman’s friend is a fisherman’s fantasy.
This fisherman’s alone and lost his sanity.’
- A poem by Pete about his muse Danko. What are friends anyway, can a rock be a friend? Maybe? Danko on ‘fisherman’s dyno’ 6b @ St Bees