Car boot sale experience...

My god...I have never felt so out of place in my life, almost as though I had landed on another planet with people who spoke another language and had a different dress code; wearing clean clothes and having clean hair was clearly a criminal offence!

Yes, the car boot sale experience, the first and last one of those thank you very much! I did get rid of all my old stuff and made a few dollars, so well worth it from that point of view, but a totally awful experience none the less.

I have never seen so many crazy people in one field, seriously, even at Creamfields the majority seemed more with it! Several had a suitcase in tow - which either housed their belongings, a dead body or it was just a bag to carry home all of the s*** they had just bought from me!! The latter I hoped, but on reflection it was probably a combination of the three.

As soon as we arrived, they were on us, rummaging through my boxes, asking questions, prodding stuff to see if it broke, it was carnage! People are so rude, correction, boot fair people are extremely rude - I mean they practically want you to offer them money to take your items away! My three boxes went within the first half an hour, some tat went quicker than the quality stuff, quite surprising - although not many of the buyers seemed to have a penchant for classic model cars!

One of the only items that survived the car boot sale was my beloved Krups coffee bean grinder - this little number has been with me for 11 years and the only reason I decided to sell it is that I now buy ground coffee. However, now that the little bugger survived the nuclear blast aka 'Stevenage car boot sale', he gets to move to the new house and take pride of place in the kitchen cupboard and maybe, just maybe I will start buying coffee beans again!