There is a company in the UK, based in a chicken shed, that sells tripods. The company is called Three Legged Thing, or 3LT, and has a very British sense of humour; which is one of the reasons I bought one of their tripods. Every model is named after a rock guitarist and mine is called Brian. If you don’t know who Brian is, then we might be the champions but you certainly are not.
Anyway, Brian has provided good service for a year or so, and then a piece fell off his leg. I found the piece, but not the special bolt that held it in place. Then the plate that attaches to the camera, which uses"3LT" in rubber as a cushion, suddenly lost the “T”.
Time for repairs, so I removed another leg to identify the bolt and washers that I had lost, and sent a photo to 3LT and asked for spares.
3LT responded promptly, advising they had a “T” in front of them and were off to look for the bolt; and would get back to me the following day. That was on Monday, and as I have not heard from them since, I thought I should jostle them along a little by way of a poem; because everyone likes a poem on Friday:
*When I bought my 3LT I was so impressed It was so cool and functional Not like all the rest
It was always with me When I went for a drive The perfect tripod companion For my E-M5
But then one day when I came home My life had turned to hell Because my precious 3LT Had become my sad 3L
The letter T was missing God knows where it had dropped And now the camera mounting was no longer firm, it flopped
But even worse was yet to come One leg was not so sound Because I found a piece of it Lying on the ground
The washers and the special bolt Gone where, I could not tell So now my 3Lwas reduced To a badly broke 2L
I needed help for repairs And so I wrote a mail 3LT support is legendary Me they would not fail
And indeed they soon replied They had a letter T! And they would seek the other bits And reply next day to me.
But that was some time ago In fact nearly a week And I sit with broken Brian Tears rolling down my cheek
So 3LT please help me I need washers, bolt and T In an envelope marked “Thailand” And on the way to me*
If that doesn’t spur them into action, I will eat my “3” and my “L”.
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2013-07-12| Craig saysour service is obviously too good, I never get poems….sob
2013-07-12| Kevin Moore saysThink your talents would be better served as a poet maybe rename th site PattayaPoems and write under the pseudonym of “Jake the Peg”
2013-07-12| Spike saysI had a Carve 111 It was a lovely blue But I became too old to ride it What was I to do?
So Craig he sold it for me Quite cheap, was he too rash? But 9,000 baht is not so bad But I have yet to see the cash
2013-07-12| Spike saysKevin criticised my writing implied it was a farce So I took his 35-100 And shoved it up his arse
Yes, maybe you are right.
2013-07-13| BlogDaz saysI appreciate you attempt at poetry your words are penned with wit but a picture speaks a thousand words So you need to get out and take more photos…
2013-07-13| Spike saysIf I could offer an small edit:
I appreciate your poetry Your words are penned with wit But a picture speaks a thousand words So take photos, you lazy git
2013-07-13| Kevin Moore saysLOL PMSL. It’s obvious you’ve more than one talent Spike how about one of those dolls in strange locations pics holding “poem of the week in it’s hand” as a regular feature.