tcm
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Tcm was wandering around the london boat show looking at all the boats, especially those he had no intention of buying, ever, because otherwise well - how would he ever get a really good look around those boats?
He had appointment to see a grand soleil, which is italian, and hence might be dead swish, somehow, or alternativley, it might be rubbish. He most certainly wouldn't buy one, but that was no reason not to see one and have a good poke around. Suddenly, he happened across Martinwoolwich, who was also bewilderedly wandering past saily boats.
"Hullo, martinwoolwich", said tcm. Martinwoolwich looked from side to side furtively, and showed tcm a brochure about a new sort of copper for the hull.
Tcm shuddered. He remebered all about copper! He remebered the long adventure, a car full of gear with his friends Coliholic and Talbot, and how it was so blimmin awful they had died of exhaustion. He remebered the interminable prison-like existence of putting the copper on, and having the same food morning noon and night. He remembered the 13½ thousand quid it cost or thereabouts too. And moose#1 blooded hands when it all had too come off.
"oh, but this is different, quite different" said martinwoolwich blithely. So after looking around the grand soleil and not buying one or even asking a single question and not looking for a brochure, they went to the appointed place, far away, on the other side of Hall of Raggies. Up and down the aisles they went. Martinwoolwich was quite experienced at these journeys and could read tcm's mind - "Yeah, well shurrup!" said martinwoolwich, even though tcm hadn't actually complained that they seemed lost at all.
Then Martinwoolwich uttered the magic words "ohsodditit, lets go to the pub" and as if by magic, the copper shop appeared right in front of them. Another of their friends, Learner, fluttered down from nowhere, and all three set about the copper shop.
The new copper idea was Ecosea, which is fine granules on copper-nickel alloy sprayed on to the hull, after first spraying a couple of base layers of gloop onto the grp. TCm was very skeptical, and battled hard with the evil looking men on the ecosea stand, one of who was was called Mr Weed (yes, really). The salesmen said it wd last five years, and it was an alloy no like weak axshul copper. Tcm remebred that the previous copper-mongeres had said the same.
But in the end, it seemed all ok, and they had pictures of it all working on the hull. Martinwoolwich uttered the magic words "Can we have a discount?" the correct number of times (fifteen) and tcm ended feeling sorry for the salespeople who were looking a bit battered and bruised after all the cynical arguing about how it was possibly crap when in fact it might not be, and they got a quote. Which which just shows what a guillible mug tcm actually is, perhaps.
And then they went to the pub. They hadn't actually ordered the copper - but they nearly had. And it was quite cheap. Would they actually go ahead with the ecosea copper? Or forget all about it in a drunken haze?
He had appointment to see a grand soleil, which is italian, and hence might be dead swish, somehow, or alternativley, it might be rubbish. He most certainly wouldn't buy one, but that was no reason not to see one and have a good poke around. Suddenly, he happened across Martinwoolwich, who was also bewilderedly wandering past saily boats.
"Hullo, martinwoolwich", said tcm. Martinwoolwich looked from side to side furtively, and showed tcm a brochure about a new sort of copper for the hull.
Tcm shuddered. He remebered all about copper! He remebered the long adventure, a car full of gear with his friends Coliholic and Talbot, and how it was so blimmin awful they had died of exhaustion. He remebered the interminable prison-like existence of putting the copper on, and having the same food morning noon and night. He remembered the 13½ thousand quid it cost or thereabouts too. And moose#1 blooded hands when it all had too come off.
"oh, but this is different, quite different" said martinwoolwich blithely. So after looking around the grand soleil and not buying one or even asking a single question and not looking for a brochure, they went to the appointed place, far away, on the other side of Hall of Raggies. Up and down the aisles they went. Martinwoolwich was quite experienced at these journeys and could read tcm's mind - "Yeah, well shurrup!" said martinwoolwich, even though tcm hadn't actually complained that they seemed lost at all.
Then Martinwoolwich uttered the magic words "ohsodditit, lets go to the pub" and as if by magic, the copper shop appeared right in front of them. Another of their friends, Learner, fluttered down from nowhere, and all three set about the copper shop.
The new copper idea was Ecosea, which is fine granules on copper-nickel alloy sprayed on to the hull, after first spraying a couple of base layers of gloop onto the grp. TCm was very skeptical, and battled hard with the evil looking men on the ecosea stand, one of who was was called Mr Weed (yes, really). The salesmen said it wd last five years, and it was an alloy no like weak axshul copper. Tcm remebred that the previous copper-mongeres had said the same.
But in the end, it seemed all ok, and they had pictures of it all working on the hull. Martinwoolwich uttered the magic words "Can we have a discount?" the correct number of times (fifteen) and tcm ended feeling sorry for the salespeople who were looking a bit battered and bruised after all the cynical arguing about how it was possibly crap when in fact it might not be, and they got a quote. Which which just shows what a guillible mug tcm actually is, perhaps.
And then they went to the pub. They hadn't actually ordered the copper - but they nearly had. And it was quite cheap. Would they actually go ahead with the ecosea copper? Or forget all about it in a drunken haze?
