Shopping frenzy (machine-room mountaineering edition)

Whilst wandering Bath in the grip of a knotty problem during the week - the answer being 'Nginx will do that, you just have to think in Russian.' Although that now has massively negative connotations. - a geezer in a hat thrust a flyer into my hand. Since I am no longer rock&roll for randomly-stuffed flyers to be for dreadful INDUSTRAIL(tm) 'nites', it was for the purposes of announcing that Cotswold Outdoor were opening a new shop and one of the Bath-based tea-tray pilots would be on hand for glad-handing and dispensing sporting wisdom.

I can't say that I'd be best keen on shop-openings and illustrated talks were I a sporty type. I'd rather be getting on with the sport. On the other hand, since I have given illustrated talks of a technical nature and found it terrifying, exhilarating and tolerably useful in the 'career' one has fallen into, er, Pontrilas.

Anyway. I put the flyer to one side, fixed the problem, slurped tea, made more merge requests... and then realised that I'd not bought any technical clothing for oh god I should stop wearing t-shirts with dates on because they make it obvious that I'm wearing something from the 90s... Which led to two half-price Mountain Hardware fleeces and a thumping great bag of free stuff because I was one of the first yea-many through the door. Profit!

No non-stick Trangia bits, mind.

Less Candace and more Nolan Bushnell, I think.