This morning I went into Fixation to get a sensor cleaned (a dust spot wouldn't blow off and I don't want to risk buggering up something that fundamental) they did it while I waited.
Waited? It was like a smackhead being left alone in the local heroin factory.
I looked at all the second hand gear. My, aren't those enormous f2.8 telephotos expensive even when they are seriously secondhand? Bloody hell aren't those Canon 600mm f4's enormous. You could use the lens caps to make pancakes in.
Oooh, look at all these tripods. Let's play with some. Hmm, picking up that carbon fibre tripod was a serious mistake, and it's on sale. Fuck me, how much? Even on sale? I wonder how much that 12ft tall carbon fibre tripod is?
Let's have a look at all these nice bags. What an enormous selection. Nearly a whole wall full.
What to play with now? I know they were taking pre-orders for D7100's, hope the cops don't come in now because my hands are shaking and the sweat is running down my face. What's that? You've finished it?
Pay the bill and get outside and gulp in that cold, refreshing, air grateful that I don't need to join NA.