tragedy-art (November-2024)

Market Trader: ‘Orrrwight me deerie, watcha want today, you want apples, I’ve got apples, beautiful plump cherries, you want Kickoo bananas, I got a dozen of those, all gonna be gone, there we go, I’ve got gold bejangle bangles forged from the mountains of Xinxi, you know where that is, no me neither but it’s Asia innit, I’ve got bits of wood, all nicely sawn up, 2x2, 4x2 whatever kind of block of wood you want as long as it’s 2d, I’ve got it all, what else I got, I’ve got a little windmill ‘ere innit pretty, from Amsterdam I fink they are, I don’t know, yaddak, yaddak, whatever, so what’s it gonna be my lovely, my little cherub, watcha want today, you wan it I got it, all from the land, nothing from the sea today, this ain’t a custom house sat on the port of Kingstown oh no, this is Hackney Market and I’ve got what you want! Ooo no, don’t touch that kidda, I’m not sure that’s an edible mushroom, so anyway me ducky, what are you having?

Little Old Lady: Oh no, not today thank you, I know it might be more economical long term but Britain is only a small pangea so I don’t really ever bother with the market nowadays, I’m so sorry.

Market Trader: It’s fine.