IT IS SLIGHTLY DRIZZLY AND VERY MIDGEY. I AM RAKING THROUGH A STACKING-BOX FILLED WITH DVDS AND VHS TAPES. THERE IS NO PRICE LABEL TO BE SEEN.
Me:
(To vendor) How much are the DVDs?
Vendor:
Give me a quid. I don't want to take them
back with me. Give me a quid for the box.
Me:
The whole box?
Vendor:
Yeah. I just want to get rid of them.
Me:
Do I get the box as well?
Vendor:
No I need that. Hang on,
I'll get you a bag...
(To vendor) How much are the DVDs?
Vendor:
Give me a quid. I don't want to take them
back with me. Give me a quid for the box.
Me:
The whole box?
Vendor:
Yeah. I just want to get rid of them.
Me:
Do I get the box as well?
Vendor:
No I need that. Hang on,
I'll get you a bag...
I won't bore you with all the contents but some are on their way to the nearest charity shop; the first one I watched had a chainsaw decapitation, Caroline Munro in the shower, and was as funny as hell; and a couple are on eBay. I'm a happy camper.
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