Used to do carbooting when I was a lad. Ah the memories....waking up at 6am going to a muddy field, the smell of bacon in the air.
I remember the first time I sold, was trying to park the car and the vultures descended upon my brother's Ford Capri, sold have the stock before we even got out of the car.
The favourite was early on to get my brother to look after the stall, I would then go around and buy all the bargains. I would then sell them on my stall for a cheeky profit
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