Oh, you couldn’t make this up
Well, I went to Seaham. Daddykins was nice enough to take me, instead of me having to find out where it was on my own. Apparently, it was on the “Seaham Cast Road”. Nice enough, easy to find, I suppose…
We hurtled along the coast road, hoping to see a pile of parked cars, and shit being sold.
On one empty field, a sign over the gate read “CAR BO-” and that’s all I got to read. So, we had found its location, supposedly. We turned around, and the sign read “CAR BOOT SALE CANCELLED DUE TO WATERLOGGED FIELD”.
Classic. It’s been completely dry the past 2 weeks, except for today, and even then, the rain didn’t start until about 11AM, and IT WASN’T A TROPICAL STORM.
Never fear, as there was rumour of one at Peterlee, on the big industrial estate. Guess what? Half an hour of twirling around the pissing thing revealed absoutely SHIT ALL.
So, I’ve returned home, vinyl-less. And, to top it all off, my little pocket MP3 player’s completely died, and is now in bits on my desk.
I would like to know how today can get any worse.
