It is an offence in this country to use your mobile phone whilst driving so we all have to admit ‘Yes we have done that and we know it’s against the law so we don’t do it now’ Some of us are lucky enough to have Bluetooth installed in our cars, in our case we could answer up to 20 enquiries about ‘where is today’s Car Boot’ just travelling from Longdowns to Mitchell of Newquay so the mobile is vital for our business, your customers.
The same law applies to any and all public events including our Car Boot Sales and I get totally pissed off by some of the ignorant people who are speaking of their bloody mobiles whilst driving towards me and members of our teams and it is the height of bad safety manners. On Thursday a woman was driving towards me yak-yacking “I am just driving in the field now” she is shouting with her head off with her head cocked to one side holding the mobile she looked like someone who was not in control of either herself or the car or both the SB!! So I stopped the car and the queue and made the lady put the phone down before she is parked into the selling field. Had the lady been caught so red-handedly by the police she would have received a hefty fine plus 5 points off her licence? No mobile call is worth the risk of possible disqualification and you are not important enough to ‘have to interrupt you’re driving’ to make some stupid call or to answer a caller and probably it’s about sod all in the first place.

Some very brave kids stood with signs to show to drivers who were seen driving whilst on the phone, the signs STOP TALKING on THE PHONE! Those kids were representing one of their school friends who was killed by a driver distracted by his worthless mobile. I know of a most pretty young lady who drove into a tree ‘whilst texting her friend’ I felt sorry for the tree because that tree could have been another school friend to mourn my lovers!

Car Boots Cornwall has a Public Liability Insurance cover for all of our events and we pay expensively for the safety of our buyers and sellers alike everyone is covered within that Insurance. It is our responsibility to ensure that public safety is at all times a priority with so much traffic and people arriving to our events. The biggest risk is the moving queues of sellers who drive their vehicles towards us to be shown where to sell.
On Saturday at Mitchell whilst parking a continuous line of traffic I noticed a car driving towards me and a boy of about 7 years old was actually running alongside the car hanging onto the drivers door much to the amusement of his parents Mr & Mrs Idiot-FFS, I shouted at the kid to leave the door alone and as the car got nearer I made the boy move away from his car and the moving traffic. The mother said ‘We don’t need you to tell him what not to do that is our job’ “Madam, that is gross stupidity to allow the boy to hang on to a moving car he could have gone under the wheels and if you do not like the rules here then we will give you a complete refund and you can GO NOW in the interest of public safety”

Another stupid idea is for drivers (always the men folkers) to sit their kids on their lap whilst driving in a queue of moving traffic, you have read me bitching on before about this but it happens all the time where you some idiot father who allows his kid to steer the car whilst daddy is grinning like something not right in the head and his bleeding kid is certainly not looking where he is going cos he is looking to see ‘who is looking at me?’ FFS! It only takes ‘kidder’ to turn the wheel violently (as we know kids can) and we could have a serious accident on our hands and maybe daddy has to go to hospital for brain surgery or an operation to wipe the stupid grin of his mug!!

I must apologise (but I won’t) if anyone is offended by some of my rudeness which is much enjoyed by fellows of our CBC Community, however several days after I have written any blog I will read the article and it is like news to me that I do not remember writing it in the first place, such is the power of Cannabis my lovers but it does help to get rid of my pains in the early hours of each day, peace perfect peace! Geffers
X
Ps; I have Cervical Spondylosis, Derriford Hospital said to have an operation there would be a 30% chance that the operation would not be successful. That was several years ago and then I went to the Caribbean, St Kitts but that’s another story my lovers!

Name: Phil Wadsworthy
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Subject: Dog Poo!
Message: Hi, I had a successful day at the Tuesday car boot but brought more home with me than anticipated in the form of a dog turd in mixed grass cuttings stuck to my shoe. Unfortunately because it didn’t stink I didn’t realise it until I had got home and walked through our lounge to the kitchen. I have attended your boots for the last 7 years now and have resisted the temptation to say anything until now but I have to put fingers to keyboard on this occasion.
The Mitchell sale is a delight now there are no dogs beneath your feet and with no risk of treading in their leftovers. Even with my troublesome knees I can cope with avoiding collisions with the numerous pushchairs, walking sticks, crutches and mobility scooters but the dogs are another issue. The worst culprits are the people with more than one dog.
Last week I avoided being entrapped by one dog lead only to narrowly avoid stepping on another tiny dog held on another lead by the same owner. The dogs had decided to go in diametrically opposite directions. I would ask that you seriously consider a ban on dogs at all of your boot sales. Apart from the hygiene issues it’s only a matter of time before someone hurts themselves tripping over an unseen dog. And of course it’s never the dogs or the owners fault. Footnote: After cleaning the s**t of my shoe with a hose and a brush I left it outside my front door to dry. When I went out later to bring it in I found a huge slimy bird turd had landed right across it so it was back to square one. My wife laughed but I didn’t. Keep up the good work. Regards, Phil

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Thank you for your email, yesterday at Mitchell was a pleasure without complaints concerning dogs.

Tuesday at Newquay was a great day weather wise we expected over 100 stalls and got over 130 and the buyers turned out in force to grab some great bargains. All was going fine until I was handed a piece of paper with a car registration number written and a message that a man had taken the number and was standing at the vehicle and “ready to smash the car’s windscreen if I do not do anything about the two dogs ‘allegedly distressed’ inside the car” The irate disabled man had apparently seen the dogs in distress and was ready to call the Police as well.
Firstly, let me inspect the car which was a saloon with both rear side windows open providing adequate ventilation for the two small dogs. The car windows were of a dark stained colour providing reduced sun glaze for the dogs and in the front window they had put a sun protective shield in my opinion providing superb circumstances for the short stay that the dogs would spend at the boot sale. I had to be really nosey to actually see the dogs who seemed well happy with their lives. The complaining man was adamant that if he called the Police they would smash the windows which is certainly not true. Most of the time they are too busy to turn out for a couple of dogs however they have known us for many-many years and I believe they are happy that we deal with all situations ‘in the interest of the public and their safety firstly. But still, he wanted to act further by saying “I will smash the window then” ‘No you won’t that would be criminal damage’ I assured him also saying the dogs were ok ‘Now go and enjoy the boot sale’ As a precaution I put one of our yellow cards DOGS COULD DIE IN HOT CARS under their windscreen and within 15 minutes the owners of the dogs returned the card, they had been 100% responsible in their effort to protect their dogs during their short stay, thank you!

A very posh gent complimented me by saying “You have the cleanest portable toilets I have ever used” ‘Thank you’ “Could we have some paper next time?” What a line! After a quick inspection yes you have guessed it, the PHANTOM porta-bog roll ‘knicker’ is at it again! Don’t tell me we are going to have to ask our beloved toilet worshippers to bring your own bog paper FFS!
Have faith. A lady on Tuesday came to say she had bought a mirror off a stall and asked if she could collect it later but when she went to collect it the stall holder had buggered off. Today the buyer came to tell me that the seller of the mirror had kept it in her boot in the hope that the buyer would claim it today, isn’t that nice. The buyer was delighted and will tell all her mates what an honest crowd we all are, well at least some of us, I am not being rude about the mirror but it was horrible no wonder the seller brought it back FFS, I wouldn’t have it in my house.

Ps; Pensioners.
Oh boy, have I ruffled a few feathers with my rant about ‘them never having had it so good” especially big Steve who complained that I have no respect for the pensioners! True, what is your point though? Just for the record most of the research into my attack on the ‘rich pensioners’ was done by my Lou who gave me all the bullets to fire!! Pick on her Big Steve, I dare you!!

Rant!! Yer modern day pensioners have never had it so good so when I hear about the moaners who say “what about the pensioners” it reminds me of my years in the North East Bingo Halls that I used to run back in the 1960s and in those day “what about the pensioners” really struck home because they genuinely were the poorer classes in society. The majority of them will have lived through 2 dreadful wars with never a possibility of owning their own homes, their pensions were derisory compared to the cost of living and they really were hard times for your great-great grandparents. We used to charge the equivalent of 05p entrance to the Bingo and the halls were full most nights with NO Television, No PCs, No Laptops, No mobiles and him indoors wanting sex every night, but what a great atmosphere and I used to be absolutely adored by the majority (women) and hated by the minority (men) (no change there then) but I loved the pensioners to bits and invented Bingo cards for them keeping the prices to play down to a tanner a time (sixpence) and they would all rush for their last bus home and I could guarantee they would be there the following day. Love of em! But they was some hard up yer bugger! Yer modern day pensioners missed the war completely, if the blokes were of a certain age they would go into the National Service Army and be ‘kept and fed and clothed for two years FOR FREE’ and you were paid a pittance into the bargain and at the end of the two years you came out of the army like a MAN! Well some of us did. So, no you did not fight in any wars my lover pensioners. You were lucky to be given FREE MILK in schools until Thatch and Grab took away your FREE milk WAOB!! You were given FREE education and FREE further education and you got FREE cradle to grave healthcare! And, and you bought your homes and paid the mortgage with only one wage whilst your missusus stayed at home doing the baking and making the beds (such a strenuous life) basically doing sod all-all day, and it was a council house you was buying so the people under 30 years nowadays do not have not a cat in hells chance of getting onto the housing ladder cos you pensioners own most of the housing stock, and in they their days you would have bought your house dead cheap from as cheap as £200.00 quid then you have a house of at least two up and two down with and outside bog, so don’t tell me you had it hard especially after you all had voted for politicians who ran up or UK National debt every year since Nelson lost his eye back in the 1940s, and, and you lot got your bloody pensions from aged 60 years and your FREE bus passes and you get £200.00 FREE heating allowances and yer FREE TV licences, and yer FREE renta-gob dentures and yer FREE prescriptions for yer tablets and other stuff you should really go buy from Boots the Chemists FFS and if you has over-gorged in your aging years you can even get a FREE elastic band strapped inside your gut to stop you eating, and you can get FREE entry into weight watchers and yer get a free car or a mobility wheelie truck made to measure if you have a limp or an ingrowing toe nail FFS! And, and when you look around all the stores and superstores there is dear old Grannie and Granddad looking like living ghosts with their grinning state funded choppers for FREE FFS standing behind the counters serving customers but taking up the jobs that all our youngsters and future generations should have, then they have the pigging nerve to say “What about the pensioners” You go to Marks & Sparks and you can look around your town centres and all you see the ‘grey brigade pensioners’ or ‘the blue rinse (Tories) brigade, ‘the Golden Oldies’ Derby & Joan and they are all brought in by coaches from their expensive holiday hotels with their empty shopping bags as they wander aimlessly around but they don’t buy sod all cos they have got everything but how they clog up the cafés and restaurants and feed their fat faces taking up seating that should be used by those lucky enough to have a job that Grannie and Granddaddy has nicked off you FFS! But several of the old fogies ‘Granny’ type persons who do spend and buy a nice dress for the Granddaughters engagement party decides on a dress from M&S ‘per Uno’ department especially aimed for the younger generation. Granddaughter was stunned when dear Granny took her coat off at the party for all to see Granny wearing the identical dress that Granddaughter was wearing and the granny was eighty three and a half years old FFS! Dear of her! Give it up Grandma’s go back to your vest and yer stays and yer bodices and yer corselets and yer great big knickers and yer home knitted pullovers and yer stockings and suspenders and behave like a real Granny from the old days and stop shopping in the youngsters shops just cos you is one of the ‘filthy rich’ millions of rich pensioners who “have never had it so good” and you can be as rude as you like to me my lovers cos I am one of you lot so don’t ask “what are you going to do for the pensioners” cos I do my share and get little appreciation into the bargain! Well, as a working fellow pensioner this is wot I do for you lot of dear pensioners, I provide the best of alternatives to life at our happy Community Car Boot Sales where you can stay as long as you like and bring in your posh cars for FREE and we charge a ridiculously low 50p per person (should be at least a quid fifty) that’s what I am doing for countless thousands of you fellow ‘pensioners’ And still you want more cos you flash your blue passes at my teams demanding a ‘front row to the boot sale’ cos you has a limp or summit similar’ Get out and walk and stretch those bandy legs cos you need the exercise you old bugger’ Oh and by the way here is another little bit of exercise for you my dear fellow pensioners, bend down and pick up your bloody posh dog’s poo and take it home and recycle it for their tea! Today at Mitchell I got well bollocked by some old granny who said “the farmer should be disgusted with himself by not letting dogs into the boot sales” in her car were two dogs that should not have got in through the gates in the first place. “Madam, you are breaking the rules here by exercising you dogs the rules are strictly NO DOGS to be exercised on this land” My dogs have not been out of the car she assures me!! When I explained the farmer’s reasons she was too ignorant to understand the risks to farm animals if dogs were to stray amongst the sheep or cows or horses and just for the record these animals were there long before we started our Car Boots. So let’s get to grips with madam pensioner, she came late to avoid paying the admission she drove past 6 different signs saying NO DOGS she parks up the car and her old man gets out of the car to have a quick look at the boot sale ‘whilst you exercise the dogs dear’ he returns after buying ‘sod all’ and she briefs him as to the reason she is giving me a bollicking and he says to her “No point in picking on him dear he only parks cars, this is Cornwall and they are all a bit thick here dear” ‘Listen here you pair of old wrinkly faced old twots rev up and f*** off’ I would like to have said but I didn’t’ have the balls so with the upmost politeness I took one of our 2015 Car Boots Cornwall colour cards from my pocket and said “This is my card, get your wife to read it to you! I run all of the Car Boot Sales in the South West of Cornwall shown on this card and you are here breaking our rules, there are the main gates so please leave now” Equally as polite they got into their car and drove away having not spent a bloody penny at our Boot Sale and as they drove off on the ground from the back of the car was their empty dogs bowl and a full runny squitty shitty see-thru poo bag yet she was adamant “My dogs have not been out of the car” So it was YOU who filled the poo bag, was it? Bloody pensioners and their pooey dogs FFS! With the grabber I lifted the poo to put it into the bin liner which was so gassed up it burst all over the fupping place and stank to high heaven (WTF do these old folkers from up country feed their dogs FFS) and the old git has the effing nerve to say ‘He only parks cars dear’ actually you ugly sod it seems I am your personal shit shoveller as well. Lou and I are dead proud to have been in Cornwall for nearly 30 years and we consider ourselves to be Cornish my lovers, but I get pissed off at some up country old folkers who consider the Cornish people to be ‘a bit thick’ which is an exaggeration of the truth, the thick ones are the tourists who think ‘we is thick’ and we isn’t see, well, not most of us anyway, but don’t count yourself in on that claim my bird!

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Subject: Missing shoe
Message: Hoping someone can help. I have dropped a gold , new look, sandal with a flower on the front size 3 I was parked by the rugby post at the end near the entrance to the car park, if anyone has picked it up I would appreciate if I could collect it as one sandal is not an awful lot of use. Many thanks Em

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Tuesday, Newquay Circus Fields 12.00 noon start!

Lovely day great sunshine over 100 sellers and lots of buyers and one stupid old fart who wanted to spoil the day. Paul was parking cars with Bob and we have a ruling that there must be a good ‘safety gap’ between the parking lanes in case the “Emergency Services” need to deal with emergencies like a heart attack or a car catching fire or a member of the public becoming very ill or similar.
A man who is well known to us as a miserable and very rude old sod arrived with his missus and daughter, he was being directed to his parking space by Paul but he decided to park his car in the ‘safety gap lane’ and he was politely asked by Paul to move out of the lane witnessed by over a hundred people who were queueing for the start of the sale. “I know Geoff and you can fuck off, I am parking here and that is that so fuck off” the old fart shouted to Paul whose blood was near to boiling point but being the gentleman that he is (on occasions) he again told the old fart to move the car to which he replied “I know Geoff and If you don’t fuck off I will beat your head in with my walking stick” and his missus and the other passenger said to the old fart ‘Don’t be so rude he is only doing his job’ and were so annoyed at his behaviour they got out of the car.

By this time I had witnessed enough and told the old fart to move then he started to argue with me FFS, I said “Move or you are BARRED” but still the stupid old sod wanted to discuss the matter beyond my patience “MOVE NOW” and I pointed to the lane I wanted him to drive to, he puts his car into gear then starts driving slowly down the lane and Lo and Behold he drives straight over a 3 foot bollard smashing it to pieces much to the huge amusement of the growing crowd of buyers who cheered his stupidity and gave the stupid old twat a round of applause cos he deserved the clap!!!

And, he is one of the whingeing old faggots “What are you going to do about the pensioners” Actually Sir, we are gonna shoot them, starting with you-you SOB! (Joke) however I was pleased three people went to Paul to say ‘Well done, cos if he had spoken to me like that I would have chopped his effing head off’ or words similar, but the others wanted to know “Why didn’t you BAR him FFS”? That is a very good question and I will leave my contact email address for your comments and I promise I will not divulge the privacy of your email address to readers, however take this into consideration, his wife and daughter love our sales and I believe depend on his precarious driving to get them to their favourite Car Boot at Newquay see;

I believe his irrational behaviour is a permanent make up of his personality and he is probably in some pain or other and he likes to blame someone else because his world is not going the way he wants it, but imagine being his wife or daughter and have listen to his crude way of dealing with something because he cannot get his own way in life like a spoiled ‘brat of a kid in an old man’s mind’ But someone must love him? God loves him, and with a bit of luck unless he improves his behaviour they two might meet very-very soon my lovers, hopefully!! OMG did me really write that FFS? Sorry God!!

Bottom line; On a serious note TWO bollards were written off by 2 old farts today which is a bit of a sickener because at almost three feet tall they were highly visible and believe it or not they could have been young children and then what? well I certainly know that one of the old farts would have been near lynched by the crowd of queueing buyers!

Your opinion please;

Let’s all start a rumour about Louise & Geoff just for the fun of it so this weekend was no exception for instance there were several idiots who daydream my downfall by today’s rumour is saying “Did you know that they (that’s me and Lou) they have had Penryn Rugby Club taken off them and it’s being run by the club now they have been kicked off”
Well that is a load of absolute shambolic bollocks because we and Penryn Rugby Club are delighted with the Car Boot Sales and ‘we wanna be together’ for long into the future.

How that rumour started is that there is restricted parking for our buyers. When the Tall Ships were hosted last year by Falmouth the Penryn Rugby Club fields were used for the vast amount of visitors and their cars and I was most impressed with the parking which was done by members of the Penryn Rugby Club. I asked two of them Bill & Ben to take over the parking for today’s sale and show us how they deal with the parking? They were superb at parking up to 700 cars during the sale however we do advise buyers to park in Asda or on the Kernick Industrial Estate which is on the doorstep of the Rugby Club, or walk or cycle or get Dad to drop you off and come back later for you.

Anyway Louise was in charge of Penryn for the day which brings me to the next rumour and that is that ‘we are not married’? Unfortunately that is a blatant lie of course we are married and for the record I have been married four times (I just like wedding cake FFS) my previous 3 wives have ‘passed on’ but the 4th one wont!! We have known each other for over 30 years which is another story entirely but love blossoms for both of we two, see!

Many years ago Lou proposed to me during a Leap Year and I politely refused which really pissed her off but three times bitten I was not rushing in just because someone wanted my body, no way! Anyway, Lou and I were working at Falmouth Rugby Club Car Boot on July 14th in 2000 and we had arranged to go to the Registry Office and get married, we only told two persons who kept the secret. Neil and Wendy both in their late 70s had been very loyal customers at our Dig & Delve shop in Falmouth. Truthfully Wendy was a delightful old battle-axe and her attitude towards life was a bit like mine, let’s be confrontational and rude to someone every day! What a motto FFS!

What endeared me to Wendy was her absolute hatred for Margaret Thatcher cos I thought the same especially remembering the damage she did to the lives and communities in the North East TOB! And if the Queen didn’t like her why should I?
Neil, the hen-pecked poor sod was the only person Wendy was ever rude to though! She used to marmelize him with her frozen words and her poison tongue. He was a short fat arse who dribbled a lot and during his dribbling’s she used to wipe his gob (more like punch FFS) whilst bollicking merry hell out of him, he was such a likeable old boy who couldn’t hear WTF she was saying anyway but they dearly loved each other, I think.

As customers of Dig & Delve Neil used to love looking at the recycled porn magazines we sold for about a quid fifty a time and Neil was allowed two per week by Wendy which were bought in such secrecy so other customers could not see what a horny pair of buggers we were up to, I mean in their late seventies they apparently ‘went for it’ at least three time a week I could imagine when she really got Neil going he would be dribbling even more FFS!
Anyway, I asked them if they would they witness us getting married?
They were delighted and on the day after we had picked up the litter at the Car Boot at Falmouth Rugby Club both dressed in denim jeans & shirts we ran to the Registry Office and there was Neil and Wendy waiting at the entrance all toffed up looking delightful both wearing a flower to celebrate Lou and I getting married. I am not sure Neil completely knew what he was there for but our Wendy went for it throwing in the odd tear or two which seemed to start Neil off. What with her and her tears and him with a dribbling gob it was a most memorable occasion, I think. Seriously they were a lovely couple, great fun. X

Anyway the Registrar announced us as an item and we duly signed our lives to each other which is a bit of a ball ache at times but love wins through most of the time. (Or does it?) Sadly Wendy died shortly after our wedding and I cried and cried for dear old Wendy whom we both adored and dear Neil was eventually taken into care.

Truro Sunday 14th June;
You will know we started Truro Cattle Market Car Boot Sales on SUNDAYS at 12.00 noon today and I was delighted with the turnout of 40 sellers who were well supported by eager buyer who got some genuine bargains from sellers ‘who had never done a car boot before’ Truro has always been well known for ‘Virgin Booters’ and today was no exception as there were six ‘first-timers’ who took very good money!
Before Truro had finished I travelled on to our 3.00pm Car Boot sale at Bodmin/Lanhydrock run by Amelia and her Mum Jo-Anna. To assist Amelia I offered to park the sellers and I have never seen such appalling driving by the sellers who could not negotiate a STRAIGHT LINE FFS!

I mean what is wrong with Bodmin drivers, do they not realize it is time to ‘re-sit you’re driving tests’ that’s if you have taken it in the first place. And then when you have got them near to where you want them parked they get out of their cars and put their tables out on the opposite side of most other sellers in the same row. Anyway I thought the sellers at Lanhydrock were a bit La De Dah and posher than our down to earth people at our other Car Boots, they did not appear to be selling because they needed the money ‘we need the space’ gave buyers real bargains.

And another thing I noticed that all of the stalls were well set up with real sellable items unlike some of our stalls where everything is chucked on the ground and look more like land-fill sites FFS! I have got to give praise to the man who sells Roses to our buyers, he is based in Mitchell and sells at several of our sites, he is a professional grower and he and his wife give our customers great value and are pleasant to their customers. Thank you!

The buyers seemed a decent lot but some old gadgie decided to challenge me when asked I for 50p per person for himself and his missus. “What are you going to give the pensioners, wot about the pensioners, how much are you going to charge pensioners” My reply ‘Double’ which amused his wife but not him (result!) I am also a pensioner and I would not dream of asking for a discount of 50p! What do you think the lord of the Manor of the Lanhydrock Estate just gives us the use of his land for FREE or what! Being a pensioner is not a disease you silly old sod it is a fact of life but what pissed me off about this daft old fart was that he and many of his fellow ‘pensioners’ arrived at our Boot Sales in the latest model 2015 cars all worth and costing upwards of £15,000.00 all paid for then they go home to their houses mortgage free FFS and they begrudge paying 50p for the pleasure of me and my Car Boots or do these cars actually belong to the fleet of Mobility cars given away by this Tory government just because they have a limp or summit similar in exchange for their votes?

The pensioners have never had it so good so don’t wind me up or I may think of doubling the entrance costs for pensioners and letting the rest in for FREE! On the other hand I might definitely not!! On the other hand something I did notice about the Bodmin folk is that they look well and fit and they don’t seem to overeat like some of our customers so therefore they will live longer because they have a healthy lifestyle. So I highly recommend all you Europeans to settle down in Bodmin please and not in Falmouth cos we have got enough of you here already, you could all open Driving Schools and teach the Bodminites to drive proper FFS!
Bottom line is that Lanhydrock is a good Car Boot Sale in the heart of the country yet on the doorstep of the major roads to all areas. There was a great atmosphere the people are nice (but reckless drivers) and Amelia and Mum do a great job. X

I noticed that my friends from Europe are in abundance in Bodmin so I hope they respect our wish for all customers to ‘pay for and not to steal’ from any of our sellers and for sellers to keep vigilant at all times.
One of the stalls was selling all sorts of Jams Marmalades and Chutneys and was beautifully presented however if you are selling such items your stock must be dated from the actual date you made the product. You should also be aware that Trading Standards and the Environmental Health are very keen to check out the sellers with home visits to see where the products are being made all in the interest of the buyers health you understand my lovers. We once had a lady who used to carry her stocks around in a smoky car and the jars used to stink of fags so I advised I wanted her to have a house check before she sold again. End of!

Thought for the day!
“If I am not there then you certainly won’t be”
X

Ruthless that I am I have cancelled 3 separate Car Boot Sales and here are the reasons;

Saturday Morning’s at Truro, first Saturday of each month was a total flop simply because the sellers decided 8.00am was too early but what they didn’t realize was that a lot of buyers turned out, so if you had sold decent bargains then the buyers would have bought. The majority of sellers who want to sell on a Saturday decide on Mitchell but thousands of you will remember Truro used to be very busy years ago when we had 8 o’clock sales.
However on Saturday just gone we arrived to deal with the situation that only 11 sellers had arrived, our normal policy is not to start any of our Car Boot Sales with less than 20 sellers. Bargain number one was I decided to let the sellers set up their stalls FOR FREE plus a £3.00 off voucher for Mitchell and the buyers were FREE! All that from the goodness of my heart my lovers.

Bargain number 2. The 10 sellers swell to 13 card so we parked them inside the catering area to set up their stalls however there was one man in a people carrier who I convinced to ‘stay and sell you could do well’ because there was a growing queue of buyers. Anyway they all started to set up their tables, a few minutes before the start I walked around the stalls to check out what was being sold. The people carrier man was the last stall to set up however he was displaying some brilliant collectables and antique bits and I looked at the assembled buyers thinking “Who is going to buy this lot cos Le Roy is on holiday someone is gonna make whoopee” and guess what?
There was only one regular dealer we shall call Brian because that’s his name who is a very polite decent bloke but all the other ‘top dealers’ (so they think) were probably still in their beds the lazy sods!
Go fill your boots Brian and when I see the malingering crowd next time I am going to really wind them up. The horn started the sale and Brian walked straight up to the antiquary bits tables which he more or less had to himself and low and behold he spent up all his pocket money and had to go to the hole in the wall gang for some extra dosh because he had bought so much and I was dead chuffed for him as he piled his bargains into his car heading straight to the Auction.

Well done Brian. Good man, fair play and what a lovely way to stick two fingers up at the ones who laid in their pits and forgot about the sale. Bottom line, besides doing Truro the people carrier travelled to Mitchell offering further bargains however he was delighted with the morning’s takings of well over five hundred pounds.
The other reason I have cancelled Truro on Saturday’s is that we have from this week Car Boot Sales every Sunday at 12.00 noon that’s going to be all year round.

Mondays at Falmouth at 10.00 am cancelled!
When I negotiated with the Falmouth Rugby Club for Mondays we agreed to start on Bank Holiday Monday which as you know was successful, the following week was rained off and we arrived this week to find that the Fairground has set up for two weeks and is taking up all of our selling space and no-one told me. I agree the fair should be in Falmouth for their Community events but it would have been nice to have been told because there is nothing more to upset our regulars than to have share the venue with the ‘bloody fair’ They hate it!! Come on you were a kid once yer moaning old Minnie’s?

Bottom line; Bank Holiday Mondays at Falmouth at 10.00 am only from now on but of course we are there every Friday at 12.30 pm.
Falmouth Rugby Club was our first ever Car Boot Sale back in 1989 and we have grown to love dealing with the regulars and locals who come to our sales. The grounds are in dreadful condition and the dangerous Car Park needs completely tarmacking which the club cannot afford. Several years ago I used to be on the Committee of the Club which I found as a waffling load of old Rugby balls and boring old farts and the ‘fall asleep’ meetings ill managed and ‘going nowhere’ so I gave it up. I did have ambitions to become the Chairman but my lack of Rugby knowledge was a handicap, my interest would have been to develop the club into a proper Community Centre and turn the clock back to when they had Bingo for the old darlings and where the schools could return for their sports days and running tracks.

Long Rock; Car Boots Cancelled
We have deliberated long and hard about Long Rock and its future but have decided not to run any further Car Boot Sales on this site. We planned to restart on Wednesdays because Rosudgeon turns away so many sellers so a late afternoon could offer those disappointed sellers somewhere to sell and earn some money instead of going home and unpacking the car! However, we are starting MITCHELL on Wednesday soon at 12.00 noon date to be announced.
We must compliment and thank the Landlord of Long Rock Margaret who has been totally cooperative with our efforts to introduce successful Car Boot Sales on her lands. Thank you. X

Its FRIDAY and the forecast is not looking good so after inspecting the small space allowed for our Car Boot Sale and the drizzling rain it is the right thing to do to cancel today’s event. Sorry about any inconvenience caused.

One of our regular regular’s left a message on my phone today that went something like this; “Hello Geffers, put a warning out there to prevent what happened to me at Newquay yesterday, someone asked me for change for a tenner and I mustered up the change and gave it to the middle aged woman who scammed me by forgetting to give me the tenner and I stupidly forgot to ask for the tenner so from now on I am not going to give and more change out again, the woman knows who she is (I do hope so) and she ought to she ashamed of herself” end of message!
Well my lover you are a soft touch aren’t you, I wish I had known you were being so generous cos I would have got you to change a twenty pound note then I would have told everyone else “Go to that lady and ask her for change she is ever so generous” dear of her! I don’t suppose the middle aged woman was Polish or from somewhere in Europe as we have had a run of complaints about them especially about suitcases my lover. Now go and lie in a dark corner somewhere and write 100 times “I must not give my money away to strangers and put the blame on them cos I am a silly old moo-face” and probably filthy rich into the bargain! Isn’t that the first signs of getting old dear? X

Updated 10/06/2015
Hannah Jane Carpenter aged 18 years; Updated Sunday the 7th June 2015 Posted: 06/06/2015

It is with the deepest regret and sympathy that I have to advise you of the death of Hannah Jane Carpenter daughter of Rachel and David Carpenter and Granddaughter of our Marge & Richard Latham.

The funeral arrangements are for Thursday at Treswithian Crematorium Camborne at 3.00pm after which friends are invited to the Penventon Park Hotel in Redruth.

Mourners are invited to wear bright and colourful clothing to celebrate the life of the beautiful Hannah Jane and we ask all friends to gather for her funeral to give strength and support to Rachel & David and her entire family during these difficult days.

Geoff & Louise and our teams from Car Boots Cornwall.

X

email received from Marge & Richard for your information;

Geoff,
Further to our telephone conversation both flowers or donations are welcome.
Flowers can be sent to the funeral director – Colin Matthews Funerals.

Donations can be made by retiring collection for Cornwall Search and Rescue Team or sent c/o the funeral director Colin Matthews Funerals, 2 Race Court, Race Farm, Treswithian, Camborne, TR14 0PU, clearly marked for Cornwall Search and Rescue Team.

On behalf of all the family we would like to thank you, Louise and all car boot friends for all the care and consideration shown to us at this very sad time.

Very much appreciated, Hope to join you all again soon,

Marge and Richard

Wilf is a character around the boot sales especially at Newquay Circus Fields where he likes to cycle up the narrow sellers lanes which basically is a pain in the bum especially when he runs into old grannies and hits them with his pedals, by accident of course!

Anyway week before last he recklessly left his bike to look at toys on someone’s stall and when he went back to collects bike it was GONE.
TG for that!

Some heartless barst had nicked it worse still stolen it and taken it away or maybe it was sold to someone on the stall where he left it (who cares) but Daddy Johnnie Pitfa was furious yelling at me “I paid three quid for that, call the Policeman”

I mean it is horrible that someone would deprive the kid of his bike but then he was careless in the first place by leaving it around. When Daddy had calmed down he looked on the Internet and found a new red one and had it delivered to Wilf who was delighted but not me, he has also got a new crash helmet which is so big he cannot see where TF he is going so I visualize head banger Wilf will be the cause of many complaints. Why don’t you bring your bloody dog as well.

Wilf is a really nice kid well loved by most (not me I hasten to add) not so sure about his daddy though? Love the both of them. (ish) X

Email from Dadio of Wilf;

The following message has been sent via the website:

Name: Johnnie Adams
Email:
Subject: Wilf !!
Message: Brilliant !!!!! Life would be a lot less fun without you and your excellent team Geoff – and your superb car-boots too, of course !! Johnnie & Wilf Adams