Boot fair

Yesterday evening I went o a boot fair (also called a car boot sale, if you’re wrong, like Wikipedia).  I have this vague dream that I will one day come across a Leica M6 + Noctilux and someone who doesn’t have any idea of the value of either.  Which I’d sell to someone who likes that sort of thing *, via eBay, and put it towards my (currently non-existent and fantastical) EOS 1Ds Mk III fund.  Instead I came away with thirty packets of pork scratchings (£1 per ten pack) and twenty packets of Pom Bear (“”) – a teddy bear shaped snack, and the following on DVD, for £5 in total:  A History of Violence, A Scanner Darkly, and series one of Rising Damp.  The Rising Damp DVD is a major win at that price, because I don’t think it’s available new anywhere now.

I was kind of reticent about going because it’s the first day in about a month that my hip has not had any problems. The worst thing is that it hurt to cough or sneeze.  Seriously hurt, like a flat-head screwdriver inserted in the hip joints, and harshly twisted.  The sneezing bit is a problem when you have hay fever, and live near hay.  I found that if I leaned forwards prior to a cough or sneeze, and grabbed my knees it mitigated the pain somewhat.  I don’t believe in jinxes so I’ll say now that hopefully yesterday’s quick burst of energy won’t lead to another severe flare up of the hip.  It doesn’t feel too bad.  But it didn’t feel too bad the night before the last major hip flare up started.

But enough pathetic raspberry-ripple whining **.

There was a really attractive woman on one of the stalls.  So staggeringly attractive that I was quite prepared to override my natural shyness, and try to strike up a conversation.  However, something got in the way – a tiny yappy dog.  I fucking hate tiny yappy dogs.  I’m not one of those people that thinks a dog has to have a specific utility (a gun dog, or guard dog etc.) but there is something so stereotypical about yapsters it makes my head hurt.  Then I saw the Daily Express  in her Range-Rover and thought (somewhat ironically) fuck-that, and lost my semi-erection faster than stumbling across gore on the Internet.

* Leica are very nice but I’d prefer a 1Ds Mk III.  A Nikon D3 would be OK also.
** Thought of the day: Apparently it is healthy to talk about that sort of thing.  I think it is fucking pathetic, and boring.