I was wide awake, so when I saw my phone ringing at 230am I answered.
Guy was very polite, requested an outcall. I asked where he is (if it was a hotel close to me I wouldn't have minded going) and he went on to explain that he's night fishing, but has a lovely TENT with a double blow up matress in it. In other words, I have to totter through a dark field, to a pond in the pitch black, to climb inside a musty old tent.
I don't effing think so. I wouldn't even consider it. Ever. And No! I can't recommend anybody else.
I could just end up with dirty shoes, but I can't help imagining how eerie it'd be. The classic 'Prossie Found Dead' headline springs to mind. The guy might be genuinely night fishing and feeling a bit frisky, but I'm not going to go and find out. I've got visions of him making me dig my own grave.