The only thing you can’t buy here is dignity (pt1)
It s Wednesday, it’s a lovely sunny day. this can only mean one thing….. I’M OFF TO THE FLEA MARKET!
Yes, there’s nothing I like better than actually sifting through boxes upon boxes of human misery, hoping to find a classic CD amongst row upon row of rubbish Engelbert Humperdinck soundalikes, and those free CDs you get in the Sunday papers, which some nugget is selling for £3 each. It’s like a real-life eBay, it really is.
My last visit down there several months ago was successful to say the least, after finding the Due South soundtrack for £1.50. Who knows what I’ll find today.
Oh, and yes, this is a two parter. Today also sees the weekly car boot sale at the King Oswy Pub. I went last week, and it was the most dire thing I’ve ever seen. I won’t go into details, but I was there for 30 seconds, looked at an Aqua CD, then walked away, up the road towards the shops, pretending I was only passing. I’m hoping if I go a little earlier, there might actually be something worth buying. I doubt it, though.
My sleep pattern is completely fucked, so don’t be surprised if I don’t actually get to go up to the car boot sale. But, you can bet your life I’m off to the flea market in a few minutes. I’m just giving it a few minutes so there’s no snot-nosed brattish little school kids on the bus.
Frig it. I think I’ll walk.
