zoidberg
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I've been toddling along to SIBS for decades, even mooring a boat brought round from The Hamble among the old rotten piles that cluttered the area where the pontoons are now.... and slipping in by dinghy!
Like many others, I made a friend of old Brian who peddled his 'Le Tonkinois' varnish from a tiny booth and who just retired after 32 years....
Like many others, I marvelled at the number of exhibitors who were only marginally interested in doing any business, preferring to gossip with others in their trade while studiously ignoring would-be customers. "It's a Show, not a Shop" muttered one under his breath. The few who came to sell, such as Jimmy Green Marine and YouBoat - and that great ice-cream van beside the roped-off pedestrian crossing - are doing roaring business.
I thought to buy some boat paint. Several exhibitors each refused to take an order, inviting me to contact them a couple of weeks after the show. Two different sailmakers, when asked about a storm jib ( an easy and straightforward order ) and a 'Solent', talked themselves out of an order using one specious reason after another..... "You'll need to use THIS larger size of furler - which is quite expensive. Probably TOO expensive. That'll cost, with VAT, over £2000. The sail, less than £500. I don't know anyone making a furler that's the right size and break-strength for your task...."
Just three booths away, Barton were producing the right size and price product, as were Karver nearby. Someone clearly doesn't get out much....
I offered the thought that one's choice of sailmaker should be able to talk productively to one's rigger...... I was 'blanked'! Nosail sale....
OTOH, the togged-up security bunch operating the 'roped-off' pedestrian Crossing Point were having fun, swinging their ropes in synchro like girlies in a school playground-of-old. They were clearly itching for someone to start 'skipping' in and out..... until some jobsworth spotted them on a spycamera and gave them a bollocking....!
OTOH, the tired old Explosives Sniffer Dog was VERY interested in my ice-cream and was 'indicating' for all he was worth.... I offered to buy him one, but the severe and overheated handler refused. "If I can't have one on duty, neither can he..."
Like many others, I made a friend of old Brian who peddled his 'Le Tonkinois' varnish from a tiny booth and who just retired after 32 years....
Like many others, I marvelled at the number of exhibitors who were only marginally interested in doing any business, preferring to gossip with others in their trade while studiously ignoring would-be customers. "It's a Show, not a Shop" muttered one under his breath. The few who came to sell, such as Jimmy Green Marine and YouBoat - and that great ice-cream van beside the roped-off pedestrian crossing - are doing roaring business.
I thought to buy some boat paint. Several exhibitors each refused to take an order, inviting me to contact them a couple of weeks after the show. Two different sailmakers, when asked about a storm jib ( an easy and straightforward order ) and a 'Solent', talked themselves out of an order using one specious reason after another..... "You'll need to use THIS larger size of furler - which is quite expensive. Probably TOO expensive. That'll cost, with VAT, over £2000. The sail, less than £500. I don't know anyone making a furler that's the right size and break-strength for your task...."
Just three booths away, Barton were producing the right size and price product, as were Karver nearby. Someone clearly doesn't get out much....
I offered the thought that one's choice of sailmaker should be able to talk productively to one's rigger...... I was 'blanked'! No
OTOH, the togged-up security bunch operating the 'roped-off' pedestrian Crossing Point were having fun, swinging their ropes in synchro like girlies in a school playground-of-old. They were clearly itching for someone to start 'skipping' in and out..... until some jobsworth spotted them on a spycamera and gave them a bollocking....!
OTOH, the tired old Explosives Sniffer Dog was VERY interested in my ice-cream and was 'indicating' for all he was worth.... I offered to buy him one, but the severe and overheated handler refused. "If I can't have one on duty, neither can he..."