I haven’t been blogging a
lot lately, why? I just didn’t think I had anything interesting to say. I still
don’t but now I’m not depressed enough for it to bother me.
But Bootsale season has
begun and I need to justify me spending over £20 a weekend on other people’s
old crap and blog posts are a great way to do that, and it of course pushes me
back into posting, so it’s win-win. A culmination of various factors –
including weather, lack of other options and a need to avoid the London
Marathon on TV – turned today’s bootsale into one long, slow, hot scrum. Traffic
was already backed up when we got there at around ten to 7 (am) and by the time
I’d woken up enough to chat with other bootsailors™ (say, 9ish) there was traffic jams at on both routes
to the field, by the time we left (10-ish) it was backed-up a LONG way. The bootsale
itself was pleasing big, having been forced to go ‘on the other side’ with the
amount of sellers necessitating a line of stalls on what should be car parking
space but even at that size it was still jam packed and there was still little
cover from the sun (no clouds today, clouds can go fuck themselves) and whoever
was directing the stall holders needed as isles varied from so wide you had to
walk down one side then the other to see the stuff to so thin they were one
long bottleneck, one long, sweaty, smelly, sun-baked, swearing in various
languages bootlneck. I came home feeling like I’d been beaten up by a sunbed in
the middle of a dust storm, this is probably why my haul photo kind of sucks today:
I obscured two heads and a
giant gorilla, I should go work for National Geographic or some shit.
So was it worth it? From the
point of view of someone who collects action figures? No, not really – though I
did manage to find an X-Men Evolution Nightcrawler after binge watching X-Men
Evolution all week which was a nice coincidence. From the point of view of someone
who has a blog post to write about the shit he found at a bootsale? Hell yeah.
So are you sitting comfortably?
Then I’ll begin:
