Fabulous or fantasy?
I HATE being psychoanalysed, much preferring to play the analyst, but my mate, Nick, has just nailed me to the proverbial tree. We were talking armour, as one does with expert armaments chums, when I questioned whether a ‘bargain’ 16thcentury breastplate he once encouraged me to buy was such a bargain after all. Why had I been able to buy it below bottom estimate and steal a march on all the experts in the room? “Bloody hell, Roger,” said Nick in exasperation. “Strange things happen at auction. Sometimes nobody can explain why things sell for what they do. Take it from me, that was a bargain.” Temporarily reassured, I recalled the auctioneer fulminating about a couple of keen buyers going AWOL on sale day, despite assuring him they would be bidding. Armour prices had suffered as a result. Lucky me!
“Your problem is that you only feel happy when you’ve
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