Two weeks ago I arrived at Truro where we had about 70 sellers queuing nice bright brisk and dry day but there was something wrong! I noticed there were two men of foreign tongue going along the queue of cars tapping on the windows and asking potential sellers “Have you any gold to sell” must be Rumanians I thought as I ejected them into the front car park with threats ‘arse kicking if I see you again’ join the rest of the queue like the other buyers!

Wot a blood cheek! Our Dave would have gone BERSERK!