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From: Reginald
Category: Other stuff
Date: 12 April 2004
Lots Road Auction room is a small room that reminds me (if cleared of content save a clock and a few chairs) of a primary school assembly room. The place is cluttered, stacked with dusty stuff & people who know about it, with beady eyes, furtively scrimmaging round it. These are the regulars. A team of white shirted spotty boys will give out numbers and at 5 corden us off from a small area. Relax - if this is possible pre-purchase - in a soft dining room chair & prepare for the pumb-y voiced auctioneer to begin. Like a race horse commentator the atmosphere he creates is tense as he thunders through chairs, chests, books, beds, cups, statues etc.Any way its fun, the quick decision making as Mr Auctioneer races though numbers up, down, down, up, up (thinking all the while how far could this go, stick with it or bail?).I spent the time after making my bid, wondering if his voice is authentic, and become even more curious when the show is over and the he starts to speak in mockney or cockney, (my ears had been blasted out from his shouting). I decided that auctioneering was somewhere between acting and the army, with possibly better opportunities than both, as I watched him roll away in a sleek silver mercedes. My fellow bidders congratulated my on my purchase, and the spotty boys are helpful with newspaper in which to wrap my ceramics, though discouraging of my backpaking journey across London which I commence in donkey like style.
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