May the coarse be with you*

Like many men my age i grew up in a world of Wampas, Tauntauns & All Terrain Armored Transports. I'd rejoice at the arrival of a new TV or washing machine so i could plunder the polystyrene packaging and continue the construction of my Hothesque rebel base in the spare room, and I'd wait anxiously for the postman to deliver my limited edition weapons pack that i'd ordered in return for 6 names from the action figure blister packs.

Happy, happy days.

Then, sometime around the age of 12 or so, i sold everything to a friend of my Auntie Joyce for fifty notes. 60 odd figures, ATATs, Scout Walkers, The Falcon, Snow Speeder, Slave 1, Death Star, Tie Fighter, crazy little vehicles that never even appeared in the films, the list goes on and on.

The Lot - £50!

The reason i sold it all however was to fund a developing passion that i've retained to this day. The best part of that cash went towards the purchase of my first proper fishing rod, an 11' 4'' Abu Garcia ledger rod that i still have.

I wonder how my angling career would have differed if this had been around then.


*sorry!