That time of the week
By the time anyone reads this post, I shall be out of the door, and making my way down to the wonderment that is Hartlepool Flea Market, with the words “I don’t know why I bother” floating through my cranium. Thanks to an article in the Hartlepool Mail (which is not actually printed in Hartlepool anymore), they expained why the flea market is so shit these days.
Previously, the council charged £20 for each plot and allowed the sellers to spread their stalls out over any empty ones that remained. This isn’t the case now. They’re charging them £20 for each stall that’s used. I think that’s the case. Unfortunately, Hartlepool Mail’s website is so incomprehensibly cluttered and unusable, that I can’t find the article in question (Edit: found it… eventually). Note how they call it the “Wednesday Market”. and not the Flea Market.
So, I shall do my bit to add to the local economy, whilst hopefully getting yet more music, and disposing of the last shred of dignity I have… ‘erasers’ in a potty, anyone?
July 1st, 2009 at 7:58:48 pm
Fantastic bit of journalism there by the Hartlepool Mail, in one part of the article it says “One stall holder, who didn’t want to be named…”. Then it goes onto say “The 54-year-old, who lives in the Stockton Road area of town…”.
So rather than name the bloke they say how old he is and where he lives! I think if the council catches onto his ranting and raving they won’t be collecting his bins this week.