Saturday 21 June 2008

More tales of Portobello Road

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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Now playing on iTunes: Santana - Goodness And Mercy
via FoxyTunes

9 comments:

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

It's a tad comforting to know that all the philistine's are not in the States.

rubyhanoi said...

Out of curiosity, what is the price?

Suzy said...

You are so bad, it's great!

Pigtown-Design said...

did you get my e-mail with the pix? this reminds me of what i sent.

HOBAC said...

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.

HOBAC said...

RH - more than a bread box, but less than a 747? :)

THE PICKLED HUTCH said...

Grinning now! Good for you!
Lisa & Alfie

Layer Cake said...

Well, I can afford a bread box but not a 747. Am I close? (those are AMAZING)

Cote de Texas said...

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.