As a consequence my neighbours have invited me to go
Which reminds me of the story I was told by an agronomist pal when, back in the day he was invited to go
When the fishing wasn't up to much and the vodka was starting to take effect his KGB mate opened his bag to reveal a hand grenade, presumably standard issue at the time.
As we all know great ideas are often borne under the influence and this was one of those days, "let's lob the grenade into the river then we could just scoop up the fish when they all float to the surface?"
What could possibly go wrong?
Hand grenade lobbed, big explosion, then the river bank they were standing on started to give way and slide in to the water taking them, their fishing kit and their Lada in to the water.
How they laughed...I guess.