Monday, Aug. 29, 2005 - 2:33 p.m.
Spitalfields RIP
I'm so disappointed by Spitalfields nowadays. The whole incredible-shrinking-market thing notwithstanding, none of the remaining stalls sell anything nice at all! < insert aged-person style rant > It all used to be interesting trinkets and art and clothes and shoes and things you would actually want! I have two rings, one bag, one pair of shoes from there (off the top of my head) and that's with going on a restricted budget all those years. Yesterday there was nothing I wanted and a rude and horrible, mean man at the stall of second hand/vintage watches and other bobbins."Excuse me, do you sell watch straps?"
"No, I'm alllll out."
[Interlude during which his co-stall holder made warm conversation about Gus 
and generally seemed like a nice human being. Interlude died down and I turned again to the man.]
"Um, do you know where I might be able to find a watch strap? See, mine is all but broken."
"No as I told you before I don't sell watch straps!"
[actually, what you told me before was that you were 'all out']
"Yeah - but I was asking if you knew where I might be able to find them."
"Any. Jeweller. On. The. High. Street."
Oooh I was so mad. Patronising git.
But I had this for breakfast, so the above was but a blip in a day of gastronomic delights.
Carpe Bank Holididdle - I'm off out on my bike shortly.