As I live in a seaside Town on the South Coast the two tackle shops tend to stock mainly sea fishing equipment and only carry a small range of coarse tackle and bits, so after a cup of tea and an exchange of exaggerated fishing stories, Bruce the owner advised me to try a tackle shop in Canterbury that allegedly carried vast stocks of what I needed. Undaunted I set of on the half hour drive to this carp tackle Utopia determined to purchase my first set of hair rig making equipment, however I had forgotten the roadwork's so an hour later I parked outside the shop. As I entered the shop a sweet fruity aroma hit me, no it wasn't the shopkeepers aftershave it was, as I was to learn later the smell of boilies. I wandered nonchanantly up to the counter and desperately trying to look and sound like an experienced carp angler and asked, "Have you got any rig braid mate?" The Neanderthal behind the counter gave me a withering look and said "s'over there" pointing vaguely in the direction of the back of the shop and went back to his conversation with his camouflaged cladded mates. I walked to the back of the dimly lit shop and surreptitiously took my list from my pocket and started to look for the bits I needed. I was confronted on three side by a vast array of hi tech items that looked like spare parts for a spaceship, at this point a slight feeling of unease came over me and as I perused the rows of hooks, lines boilies stops and all the other packets of 'things' the unease grew into panic until finally breaking into a cold sweat I fled this torture chamber and stumbled out into the fresh air. Sitting down on a wall I lit a cigarette and sat to contemplate the stupidity of what I had done, I was after all going to spend my money in this mans shop and if I wanted some advice he should be willing to answer my question if he wanted to make a sale. Beep, Beep my mobile phone went off causing me to jump like a startled rabbit, I answered it and a voice said, "where are you love?" it was then that I realised that three hours ago I was "just popping down the tackle shop" and had promised to get some shopping on the way back! So somewhat crestfallen and disappointed I made my way home via the Supermarket thinking, "tomorrow is another day"

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