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Late Doors

Stick a Pony in me Pocket

Doors Independent Traders have been on the road this weekend. Car Booting up at Hade Edge then on the market in Town. We're having a declutter, apparently. Lots of  MrsD's old housey stuff and my old, errr, well, crap. Not as much as she would have liked though. There is no way on earth I am selling any music in any format or old football stuff but lots of Mum and Grandmas stuff had to go. One I got my head around it it was easy enough although a few bits of sentimental stuff were just impossibly to part with so thanks to a certain poster on here for once reminding me of that and I am gratefull of the advice.


Hade Edge is beautiful, up behind Holmfirth in Summer Wine country and handy for Huddersfield, Barnsley and the Wakey areas as well as Saddleworth so lots of people come buying and selling. The Town market not so pretty but interesting in character and history and pretty much exclusively Huddersfield people coming to buy. Both were fantastic. Both MrsD and I were apprehensive about the whole exercise but both events were immaculately run, well attended, great fun, fabulous characters around and just an overall feeling of worthwhileness on a few fronts. No one was rude, over assertive or disrespectful in any way. Traders were on our case as soon as we were unpacking but in a really polite and even helpful manner. Some bought job lots, some just a few bits but the ordinary buyers just kept coming, steadily, then sporadically, then in bursts. It was fascinating. Some were just rotating around, watching, some came straight in for stuff and the people who dithered missed out. Then the next time they came you could see the disappointment. Some stuff flew off like old brass pots that older women just loved and were visibly thrilled by the bargain but fuck me cut glass that was once all the rage was impossibly to sell so we ended up almost giving it away.


People were just so nice. Traders, organisers and buyers and let me tell you there were some pretty rough looking people on both sides of the table. After pitch expenses we made 148 pounds which given the time spent researching and doing them was considerably less than minimum wage but chuff me I've not been so content with earnings for a very long time.


I hate waste in any form and the smile on people's faces when they got a bargain for good quality stuff that they were clearly going to get a lot of pleasure out of was ample reward and something I will never forget. Even the traders who were obviously going to sell things on at a profit for them were ace and I have no problem whatsoever with that. They work hard and are very skilled in a fascinating world of trade. The whole two days have left me beaming and chuffed to bits
Plastic Man

Think not of it in terms of the cash made, but the improvement in the quality of your life by unburdening yourself of excess baggage.
Late Doors

Ha ha. PM and MrsD, twins seperated at birth....*fact*

The 150 quid was incidental, it was just an ace experience. Should write about it at lengh if i can be bothered
bearing

We always found that old brass is very collectable round these parts, well not from locals but folk from the Cannock and black country area.  Folk would chase us up the field to try and get the pick of the crop!

By old brass I mean this...



not this...

Heyho

I recently had the unfortunately experience of having to do a house clearance due to a death in the family.

Originally I thought that offering everything to charities was the correct thing to do. I refuse to give any money when they are collecting but giving them beds, chairs, tables etc that other people could benefit from seemed to me the decent thing to do. So I was very surprised when one charity turned and poo poo'ed most the stuff as it didn't have relevant kite marks or whatever on it. Now this wasn't tat. It was decent stuff form a nicely well off pensioner.

So in disgust I had the choice of either shagging my car up lugging it across Leeds to the skip (seeing as the local skip has now gone) or else advertising it. So I decided on Freecycles. There were shed loads of stuff to get rid of yet within 15 minutes of advertising I was deluged with people wanting stuff. So then what happened.

1) I had the time wasters - you arrange for them to come and pick the stuff up and they never arrive
2) I had the white van brigade - obviously a sell on to someone
3) the genuines who you grateful to give to seeing as the turned up in 20- year old knackered up cars and tried to stuff a wardrobe in it.

Interesting really. But I feel happy giving it to someone knowing they can get some use out of stuff.

As for charities. Well I have become very select now. The other week I cleared out my drawers (ooo errrr missus) and had 8 bags of clothes and shoes to get rid of. Down to the clothes bank for me and hopefully that air ambulance is benefitting. You can fuck off British Heart Foundation after dismissing some of the decent stuff in the house clearance.

Wonders how many 6ft 5" size 13 shoe tramps are benefiting form my cast off.
fartcatcher

We've been clearing out a lot of stuff recently as we're 'downsizing'.

Getting rid of the piano was a fucking nightmare.
Late Doors

six foot five size thirteen booits ???? *remembers to be very respectful to H*

sounds like a car boot or market stall would have been ideal for you H

Nice pics T'b They could do with a good buffing though.

Do you know the piano's on my foot FC?
Late Doors

Did another Market Stall on Monday to get rid of stuff that don't belong in the new regime and scheme of things. Didn't go as well as last year mainly because of the bloody councils new policy. We paid a tenner for a stall last year but now the barsteds have put it up to 26 pound including a chuffing public liability insurance. Put loads of people off and made a few very angry as they turned up thinking it was going to be the same as last year. It's as good as killed off the bank holiday car bootless scene  in the market and has therefore killed off the excitement and vibe of the whole place. Lots of people told us how disgusted with the council they were including regular traders. I was ready for telling them to stuff it as well and it was only MrsD's persuasion that made me stay.

True enough it was dead as a dodo but we made the most of it, had a laugh all through. We got rid of most of the stuff including old Hi Fi gear, knick knacks, fabrics etc but only made 55 quid after expenses. We bumped that up to about seventy quid after MrsD did her dog with a bone trick and harangued the council into refunding us most of the fee. Its a fecking disgrace though. This goverment is forcing councils into evermore penny pinching hostilities with its own citizens. Our council never used to be like that
sheeps

Late Doors wrote:
Did another Market Stall on Monday to get rid of stuff that don't belong in the new regime and scheme of things. Didn't go as well as last year mainly because of the bloody councils new policy. We paid a tenner for a stall last year but now the barsteds have put it up to 26 pound including a chuffing public liability insurance. Put loads of people off and made a few very angry as they turned up thinking it was going to be the same as last year. It's as good as killed off the bank holiday car bootless scene  in the market and has therefore killed off the excitement and vibe of the whole place. Lots of people told us how disgusted with the council they were including regular traders. I was ready for telling them to stuff it as well and it was only MrsD's persuasion that made me stay.

True enough it was dead as a dodo but we made the most of it, had a laugh all through. We got rid of most of the stuff including old Hi Fi gear, knick knacks, fabrics etc but only made 55 quid after expenses. We bumped that up to about seventy quid after MrsD did her dog with a bone trick and harangued the council into refunding us most of the fee. Its a fecking disgrace though. This goverment is forcing councils into evermore penny pinching hostilities with its own citizens. Our council never used to be like that


That's Kirklees for ya.
Late Doors

Although their domian is a fictitious place as a body they are generall pretty good, or at least always have been. They've been unable to resist  MrsD's ire and just half hour ago rung her up giving us a FULL refund. So not bad at all. Hope they see bigger sense and keep the concession rate for bank holiday days for occasional car booters. Otherwise they will kill it off and everyone suffers
sheeps

Justice at last.


Just Steven Avery to sort now.

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