The Fog on the Tyne is all his, not Gazza's

Sorry for that awful pun but I had to pay homage to this man:



That's right it's TV's very own handyman, Robson Green. My love for this man began a couple of years ago as I was flicking through the constant drivel that is daytime television when I reached Channel 5. It took me a while to take it all in. But yes, there was good old Robson sitting in a traditional American boozer with what can only be described as your stereotypical Redneck American, built like a brick outhouse, wearing a cowboy hat and proudly displaying an unkempt handlebar moustache. It may not seem strange at first but what followed has to be one of my favourite television moments of all time. Having spent five minutes convincing this man mountain to buy him a drink, he then ordered a glass of white wine. The look on the cowboy's face was priceless. And that was it, I was hooked to Extreme Fishing with Robson Green.



On the show he travels around the world trying the locals' way of fishing. Sometimes unsuccessfully. On one occasion he sought divine inspiration from a Buddhist monk but was warned that it is not good karma to eat your catch. To which Robson replied 'I need my tea'.
Robson has a habit of describing the fish he catches as "big, bastarding prehistoric creatures man." I can assure you that they are not prehistoric and I would hazard a guess that the poor little blighter's parents were married when they conceived him. Robson has coined a few catchphrases whilst making the show. Before every visit, he targets a particular fish he wants to catch and when he catches said fish, he proclaims "that's what we came for" whilst neatly covering his lob-on with his fishing rod (pun not intended this time). These catchphrases were of particular amusement one summer evening in Wales with Joel Miles as we passed the time wildly impersonating Robson saying them and taking 4 hours to finish a single game of darts.

So, while Phil Taylor's domination of darts is not going to end anytime soon; nor is my fascination with the career of the North-East's finest export. Robson, you're a hero.

Perhaps now people can forgive him for this?