Living a life that centres around second-hand shops and you enter a whole new world, one not disturbed by fashion, celebrity or trends. There's a lot of odd-balls out there and I've come to know quite a few over the years. The guy who lives with his mum and is convinced that I'm Cher, Indian Elvis and the woman who dresses her poodle in baby-grows and wheels him about in an old Silver Cross pram.
Women in the queue for the jumble sale will greet you with a cheery "Hello, darling" but have no qualms in ripping your arm off if you grab a coat at the same time as they do.
Recently a guy dressed head to toe in black siddled up to me in a charity shop whispering "On the scene, aren't you?" He reckoned that my long black hair and penchant for silver tribal jewellery was the sure sign of a fellow bloodsucker. He lowered his shades to wink a reddened eye and drew back his lips revealing sharp teeth, filed down into fangs. As he bade me farewell he rasped "You'd make a f***ing great vampire".
I picked this 1960's two piece up today in "Save The Children" for £5.99. I reckon I look like a demonic trolley dolly.
Ga-Ga Airlines, anyone?