Well let me tell you boyo's it was rammed. The car parking went over the horizon. The asking prices surprised. A Serrow not as good as the one I sold three years ago the asking price was twice that I sold mine for @ £1500.00. Quite a few Greaves. Immaculate, never to be ridden again.
Loads of immovable French Iron Oxide and the usual mixed odour of Burger vans, generator fumes and the smell of old silver tops pissy pants.
The Show. Didn't bother, the usual collection of trailer Queens with bored po faced attendants.
I kid you not. Why do I keep going. More likely to find the end of the rainbow. Must be a masochist.