Event of the year in our small town starts at 1.00pm in the local boozer. Charity Auction and the place is going to be packed to the rafters with people and stuff. I've been to the last three auctions, each one better than the last. It's popularity is gaining in momentum as it's such a laugh. People don't take cars as everyone drinks so much and then there is a mass of people and purchases, everything from motorbikes to motorhomes, cookers, fridges, barbecues, you name it, all out on the pavement waiting for taxis and furniture vans to get the lot home. Last year my husband got a Victoria sponge in the mush after someone paid £20 to stuff it in the landlord's face (unbeknown to him). He deflected it with a punch and it flew and hit my husband right in the chops. It ended up on the head of the local funeral director who was asleep. It slithered further down his head as the afternoon progressed and the room got warmer ;D
