by Thick John
Belm wants me to do a regular weekend lifestyle feature – a sort of food and drink or restaurant review and car boot sale round-up.
This is the first one.
I haven’t been out to eat anywhere this week, or for about 18 months. But I did try some new cheese ‘n onion crisps from Lithuania, which I bought at Olaf O’Halloran’s General Store & Lingerie Boutique over near Droitwich somewhere.
Here they were, yesterday, before I ate them:
They were OK, a bit too turnip-like rather than potatoey for my liking. So I won’t be rushing back.
Car Boot Sales:
After last week’s disappointments caused by a wet Bank Holiday, I decided to venture a little farther afield for my car booting this weekend.
So it was a very early start as me and my lad, Thick John Jnr, headed down through the leafy suburbs of Moseley towards Evesham.
Our efforts were well-rewarded. It was not the most massive car boot sale I’ve ever been to (that was last year at a site the size of Wales near Dudley), but it was crammed pack full of stuff I likes to gawk at and haggle for to try and pick up a bargain.
In that respect, it were one of my bestest weekends for a long time.
I managed to pick up a couple of amazing stuffed animals, which I know I can spruce up a bit and sell on to Old Man Rivers for a healthy profit:
I grudgingly paid £3.27 for this cow and pig, but I’m sure I’ll get about £500 for the pair off of our local smelly farmer. He loves his stuffed animals does Old Man Rivers.
He stopped having proper animals years ago and now just screws the stuffed ones to concrete plinths – he’s got all sorts, the stuffed Manatee he’s got emerging from his pond full of stuffed fish and whales is amazing.
But I knows he’s after some of your more traditional livestock, so a cow and a pig should be right up his alley.
I also managed to pick up an outfit for Belm’s wife (Mrs Belm).
She likes to dress Belm up of an evening and has been looking for a new rabbit outfit for him for ages – the last one got soiled beyond hope during the Easter egg-hunt.
I managed to haggle down to £1.36, but Mrs Belm (Belm’s wife) will probably give me £50 just to make me go away if I stare at her for long enough.
Here’s Thick John Jnr arsing about in the costume trying to pick up girls – and failing, obviously:
(That ain’t snow in the photo, people down by Evesham seems to have a real dandruff problem)
This particular car boot sale was so good I’m thinking of going back next week and all, although the dandruff issue was a bit of a turn-off for me.
But I might stick closer to home if the weather is good because a lot of the car booters around by us go topless if the sun’s out. The women don’t, but you can’t have everything.
