auctions
shortly after moving into a new flat i noticed i walked past this auction-house every day, 'hmmm...' i thinks to myself, 'gotta give that a go sometime' having never been anywhere near one before.
the next week i dragged one of my mates along and we bought our little laminated numbers and proceeded to wander round...
i spotted a few boxes of toy cars (i'm a little boy trapped in the boy of a 34 year-old man)and decided i'd break my bidding cherry on them, on the strength of 'oooh, i used to have that one... ooh! and that one too!!' *clapping*
anyhoo, £8 lighter i'm the owner of 3 boxes of random toy cars. feeling chuffed i nip out for a ciggie. 5 or so minutes later and i stroll back in to see my mate with his card up. while i was gone he'd bought a 3 foot clock (broken, and looking suspiciously like a sunday in the shed effort upon inspection, 6 (count 'em) boxes of assorted ceramic tat, a rocking horse, another box that had an old lamp, a decanter, a tin coffee pot and some other bits and bobs and a bloody massive horrid horrid horrid standing lamp like yer granny might own.
in his own words, when questioned upon the reasoning in all this madness:

'well, no-one else seemed to be bidding on them....'

he'd spent £86, he had to make two trips to get it all home, and its all still untouched in the garage.
(cheese-on-toast, Thu 21 May 2009, 23:33, Reply)