I love it when it rains on a Saturday. It always seems to keep the casual, and trifling, visitor away. Unfortunately by early afternoon it had cleared.
There I was chatting away to Hills, a tall drink of water who always attracts the attention of men, when a man turned to her and asked, Are these your things?
Hills shook her head and pointed to me, and I replied,
She's not that lucky.
To which she and I chuckled. He didn't get it. Men who dress and look like that seldom do. He could have been the forty-something poster boy for Stuff White People Like.
How much is the sawfish blade?
I explained that it was a collection and told him the price. To which he exclaimed, Oh my goodness!
How much is the small bird?
Skipping any explanation, I told him the price. Again he replied, Oh my goodness!
All I could do was smile. Well, smile and bite my tongue.
Aside from hearing myself telling him to fuck off amongst a slew of other things, I could also hear Mae West intoning, Goodness has nothing to do with it.
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Saturday, 21 June 2008
More tales of Portobello Road
Posted by HOBAC at 17:21
Labels: humour, natural history, philistine, Portobello Road
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9 comments:
It's a tad comforting to know that all the philistine's are not in the States.
Out of curiosity, what is the price?
You are so bad, it's great!
did you get my e-mail with the pix? this reminds me of what i sent.
PT&E - funny you say that. I think he might actually be back from whence he came by now.
I must say, Edward certainly is magnificent.
RH - more than a bread box, but less than a 747? :)
Grinning now! Good for you!
Lisa & Alfie
Well, I can afford a bread box but not a 747. Am I close? (those are AMAZING)
haha! I was going to ask the same thing - how much ARE those blades? Just to aggravate you, of course!
This reminds me a story I just was told about a small, very exclusive antique shop in Breaux Bridge, LA, if you can imagine. A friend was there "looking." The manager told her the owner doesn't really want lookers.
I love your description of your friend and the joke between you. You do know how to turn a phrase, Mr. W.
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