Sometime between three and seven years ago, Symes and Kelly were walking down the high street in opposite directions when they were suddenly near enough to one another to hold a conversation.
'What's that you're holding?' asked Symes.
'A dead fish,' replied Kelly.
'For heaven's sake man, throw it away!' said Symes in a whispery panic.
Kelly threw the dead fish all the way down the high street, almost as far as the traffic lights, fatally injuring himself in the process.
To this day, nobody has ever thrown a dead fish as far down the high street as Kelly did sometime between three and seven years ago, a fact which has blighted the lives of the town's dead fish throwers with unyielding frustration.
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