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Lockley: Mickey Mouse tie and other car boot delights

JUST look at this tat.

The wife’s convinced sooner or later she’ll uncover a priceless antique during her weekly car boot sale forays. ‘Going booting’ she calls it.

I’m convinced sooner or later she’ll be charged with handling stolen goods, such is the dubious history of some of the purchased items.

Today’s haul includes a 1972 football annual and a pure silk tie, featuring Mickey Mouse fishing for a trout. The trout is very, very big.

“It’s probably worn by members of some exclusive club,” she said excitedly. An angling club for employees at Disneyland, Florida, perchance?

“If you wore it, people might think you’re a member of the same exclusive club,” she added.

Dressed

Not unless I dressed in a Pluto outfit.

I’ve had a jaundiced view of car boot sales since my mate spent a tenner on a batch of Viagra, which turned out to be laxatives.

His wife slipped into something sexy and waiting for things to stir. Boy, did they stir. The ashen-faced bloke emerged, after 45 minutes, from the smallest room and announced: “The earth certainly moved for me.”

The wife’s latest ‘bargain buy’ is a 1989 commemorative tea service, purchased for the princely sum of £5.

“It’s Doulton,” she assured me.

Royal Doulton?

“No – Timothy Dalton. It commemorates the release of ‘The Living Daylights’ on video.”

Mike Lockley

Mike Lockley

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