To follow on from Saturday's disaster, I decided to make a few enquiries along the retail route, which all came back with the same reaction; no likely supply from the manufacturer until the month beginning with F. And I don't mean feckin' April...
I then decided to enter uncharted waters and dipped my toe in the world of the internet fishing forum classified section, just to see if there were any spares out there wanting a new home. I didn't have long to wait, for within a couple of hours I received word from a budding salesman (I think he takes bookings under the stagename Mystic Marvo) who'd seen my plea and was (sort of) offering to help. He started off by asking all the questions; where was I? what had happened to my own pole section? how much did I want to pay?
I then decided to enter uncharted waters and dipped my toe in the world of the internet fishing forum classified section, just to see if there were any spares out there wanting a new home. I didn't have long to wait, for within a couple of hours I received word from a budding salesman (I think he takes bookings under the stagename Mystic Marvo) who'd seen my plea and was (sort of) offering to help. He started off by asking all the questions; where was I? what had happened to my own pole section? how much did I want to pay?
Undaunted, I told him where I was, what had happened to my section and asked what he would be willing to accept. I made the (rather obvious) point that I could hardly offer a sum of money for something I hadn't seen, so enquired after the condition of said pole section.
It got a bit weird after that. He said I had to make him an offer and that he didn't need to sell the section. I wasn't really fussed and told him so. I also thanked him for wasting 15 minutes of my day and warned against sending an invite to the ceremony, should his parents ever decide to marry.
The world is full of them - and I always seem to find them first chuck...
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