I was in Lunnon in 1998 and went dahn Levvuh Layne (Leather Lane) market on my way to spend the day in the Tate Gallery. I bought something at a costermonger's barrow. I was tickled pink to see that she had on-line Visa access. The line went from her stall, under some boxes by the wall of a building before snaking up three stories and through a partly-open window.

I asked her whether stallholders did well during the working week. She replied "I ain't no stallholder, luv, I'm a costermonger." I refrained from asking if that made the dog under her barrow a costermongrel ...


The idiot also known as Capfka ...