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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, the thing about a car boot sale is you either love them or hate them. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, which is determined by whatever side of the bartering table you happen to be.
Firstly the car park was more like a ‘let’s just leave it here’ park. No cones, no orange tape, and no fit young men in high viz jackets helpfully lining you up with the bonnets of a hundred other cars.
No this was a lock it and leave it wherever you can. And so I did.
But what followed was an Essex girl’s dream car boot sale.
It had the lot. All forms of animals, a kind of Karaoke, Chips, and Chihuahuas and…Vino Rose’!
Under a baking hot NOVEMBER sun, and as near to Fireworks Night as makes no difference, there were HUNDREDS of people at this boot sale. Loads of sellers, loads of buyers.
I just mooched around, picking things up, putting them down, as you do. But as it was so hot, I soon needed a drink and what happened next was just surreal.
And there was UDO, perched on a stool with his guitar, crooning away in the sunshine. Talk about Tribute Act. He was Johnny Cash one minute and all of the Beatles the next.
Then when he got down with a bit of Petula Clark everyone joined in, singing the same song in several different languages all at the same time.
People were eating their dirty fry-ups, washed down with a large glass of Rose. Wine? At a BOOT SALE?
What kind of car boot magic is this I thought, and then, THEN, people began dancing between the tables. Like jiving and all sorts.
It was like Strictly come Dancing, meets Your Dad’s Shit Dancing.
But at a bloody CAR BOOT SALE. Honestly, you couldn’t make it up.
I tell you what Essex friends, Marks Tey Car Boot Sale could learn from this.
Mind you, I can appreciate all those ‘disabled’ people, who only limp on Wednesdays, might be disadvantaged, but even with just the wine and the karaoke, I’m sure they’d still reap the benefit….!
What a revelation. I can’t wait to go back again next week! UDO is da man…..
Then just as I thought things couldn’t get any less like an Essex Car Boot Sale, along came the Chihuahua perched on the bling, and all of a sudden, I felt right at home.
Read more about my Spanish adventure here