Economy of scales

A very nice tall man called Simon emailed me ages ago to show me a van he spotted who could supply you with everything your little fishies could ever want:



I used to have goldfish when I was a little boy. One was called Goldie and one was called Brownie. This may give you a window into the extent of my imagination as a child. One day I came home to find that my brother had commited what shall be henceforth known as FISHSLAUGHTER on the poor little beggars by over-feeding them. I don't think I've ever truly forgiven him for it.

RIP boys. I still miss you.