This is what the modern, free-thinking fly-tier's bench looks like. (Well, it's what mine looks like). Note the absence of streamlined, sensible storage devices designed by totalitarian anal retentives: as you are well aware by now, fly-tying at Sexyloops is all about flair. Somewhere in here is a fly; there's a special prize for anyone who can tell me what it is. I've been dying to know for ages.