Taking The
                Piscatorial 
                by Ian Curtress 
                I have been a
                great one for hobbies  could start them and
                leave them at Will. 
                Will is a good
                friend of mine who takes over my hobbies after Ive
                done the hard bit, like reading the instructions
                or getting things out from the stupid packaging. 
                Anyway, I
                thought Id try keeping fish, so visited the
                local fish shop. They gave it a fancy name, but
                they had fish stuff. 
                This fellow
                came to help me, a nice young man, but we got off
                on the wrong foot. Didnt have a sense of
                humour  all I said was, I expect youre
                from Finland. 
                He swallowed
                his pride, didnt want to miss a sale,
                and he asked, "Starting from scratch?" 
                I suppressed
                the itch joke and said, Yes. 
                Youll
                need a tank.  
                Oh dear!
                Choked back another joke about a khaki uniform as
                well. 
                He tried again.
                An aqueduct. 
                Now, I know my
                hearing is temperamental, waxes and wanes, but
                thought that was what he said. It appears it was
                aquarium! 
                We were not
                doing well when he asked, What volume?
                 
                This time I
                weakened and said, "Not too loud, as I dont
                wish to annoy the neighbours." 
                Credit where
                credits due. He did struggle a smile at my rejoinder
                and said, "Litres. I would suggest a hundred
                as a minimum." 
                I offered,
                "How do I stop it splashing around in the
                boot on the way home?"  
                This time he
                gave as good as he got. "Get your wife to
                bake you a large sponge." 
                Showed my
                admiration. 
                "Youll
                need either substrate or sand for the aquarium
                bottom." 
                Substrate,
                whats that? So said, "Sand." 
                "Id
                recommend substrate."  
                I knew hed
                say that.  
                Saw my
                discomfort and condescendingly said, "A
                sort of gravel. 
                They give
                gravel a fancy name to charge more.  
                Then a
                filter is required to keep the water pure. 
                I thought: If
                the water is pure enough for me, should be ok for
                fish. Didnt say. 
                "There
                are several plants you can use... 
                "Hold it
                there. Its fish I want, not a market garden!" 
                "You will
                require plants to help with oxygenation." 
                I said, "This
                is getting out of hand. All I wanted were a few
                fish in a container, alright aquarium."
                Thought: Well, Ive come this far...So
                now the fish. 
                "Yours
                being a cold water aquarium, (dont
                ask) I suggest White Cloud." 
                Now I might
                look it, but Im not gullible. Was this for
                the fish to hide behind? 
                "Its
                a type of fish, Sir." Tightening of lips.
                "And at least one catfish. No, Sir, they dont
                scratch. A couple of snails are a good idea." 
                "How much?!
                Ill use one from my garden." 
                "Now,
                half the water will need changing every 14 days,
                and we have all the required equipment." 
                An hour and a
                half had passed, and I saw him bringing across
                books on fish-keeping for beginners. 
                I called out,
                Dont bother; Ill just take the
                chips! 
                
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