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A Trip To Daglfing Flea Market

Yesterday I went to Daglfing Flea Market which is held at the Daglfing Trabrennbahn race track on the outskirts of Munich. The race track holds harness racing meetings where buggies are pulled by horses. You can usually see the horses being trained on the track during the flea market- so on a Friday morning on the edge of a big city you have the niche little world of harness racing – with its own rules and practices and routines, taking place next to the niche little world of flea markets – which also has its own rules and practices and routines.

The Most Bavarian Stall at Daglfing Flea Market

The Most Bavarian Stall at Daglfing Flea Market

 

I hate when people trot out the clichè “you couldn’t make it up”. It’s a rubbish sentiment for all sorts of reasons, not least because it has the stench of the comments section about it, but the main reason why I dislike it is because the world constantly makes itself up in weird, daft, funny and occasionally thrilling ways;  ways that are never boring, or wearisome or, most importantly, predictable. Things are ‘made up’ in ways for everyone to see, not just in literature and art and cinema and music (all four of which annihilate the “you couldn’t make it up” sentiment effortlessly), but also in the small details, in the day to day stuff, in conversations, in the lives of others.

I went to Daglfing Race Track yesterday and I watched people practicing a form of chariot racing and I saw a man selling a bear’s head

and that was just for starters…

FIRST STALL: CLASSIC ROCK.

The first stall I went to had crates and crates of awesome classic rock and pop. I bought these from amongst the seller’s stock.

I didn’t buy the rest of his stock which included more Bowie (pretty much the canon – all German pressings), AC/DC, Beatles, more Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, Maiden etc. (you get the picture) because I already own most of them.

The man running the stall was selling his friend’s record collection for him –  his friend was in a wheelchair so couldn’t sell them himself. I said that his friend had pretty similar tastes to mine and the seller told me told me that his friend had always been obsessed by buying records and had spent a fortune but that his friend’s wife hadn’t minded as it had stopped him chasing other women and spending money on chasing other women.

Was this just banter? Had the man’s friend been a cock-happy womaniser? Had he tamed his instincts and found a form of marital compromise by becoming a Bowie completist?

Obviously I didn’t ask these questions. Nor did I ask  the bigger question as to why the seller was telling me this about his friend – a good friend I assume, seeing as he was doing him a big favour by selling his LPs. Sexual infidelity, physical frailty, friendship, classic rock, the shadowy figure of the wife in the background – all component parts of what could have been a rather epic and human tale. But it was a tale that has remained untold. Ah well.

The records were priced  lower than what I would normally expect to pay at a stall run by someone who knows the going price – and the seller was haggleable so i got a reduction on the ones I bought. I was very happy with all 5 purchases

1. Never Let Me Down.

I own most things on vinyl that Bowie released between 1967 and 1982 and I own almost nothing post 1982. I keep meaning to sort that out so finding Never Let Me Down at a fairly reasonable price is a good place to start.

2. Best Of Uriah Heep

I saw Uriah Heep last Monday In Berlin supporting Status Quo. It’s the first time I’ve seen them and I liked their daft brand of hippyish, proto metal and slightly proggy nonsense. I just delight in the daftness of stuff like this and I’m pretty much committed to continuing to take seriously the act of not taking some stuff seriously

3. Best of Jethro Tull Vol 2

This is an Italian compilation which I’ve never seen before. I love the cover with Ian Anderson playing a clarinet.

4. White Album

Years and years ago I left my copy of the White Album behind in a flat that I finished renting and I’ve never got round to buying a replacement. This one was in nick good and the price was ok – but it didn’t have the poster or photographs that originally came with it. I’m pretty happy with this. (The photo makes the cover look tan. It’s a bad photo. It’s white).

5. Bowie Rare

This was the best thing I found yesterday. I had this on cassette, taped off a mate, when I was 15.

I’ve written more about it here.

The First Job Lot

I could have bought all of the records at this stall for about €1000 I reckon – I have just about enough money in my business account to do that –  and I think if I sold them on at carboot sales in England over next summer they would sell quickly and I would end up with a profit of at least £500. If I’d been in the UK, with my car I probably would have done that – but I’m in Germany and I don’t have a car so I walked away form that little business deal. I’m still dwelling on this decision.

SECOND STALL. THE FRIENDLY MASSEUR

The woman at this stall spoke good English. She kept saying “bloody” this and “bloody” that  but in a way where the emphasis was ever so slightly ‘off’, it kind of gave her fluency charm. The ability of almost everyone in Germany to speak English, sometimes almost colloquially, seems to me to part of that German openness to the world, a mark of this country’s outward looking ways – ways that are increasingly looking like being our best chance of salvation what with every other major industrial nation going mad.

She asked me about how long I’d lived in Munich and asked me what I had seen and done. I told her that I had hardly been into the City so she got a map out of her glove compartment and began to mark places I should visit; where the best Turkish cafes and Turkish market is, where to drink around Munchener Freiheit – where the best cafes in Schwabing are, where the best pizza, burger and Mexican restaurants are. We talked about our kids (her eldest was teaching in Nairobi) and our holidays (she was about to go to Marrakech) and she gave me her card. Her name was Kim, she was a masseur, she did house calls, she charged €50 an hour. This isn’t the first card I’ve been given at a carboot or flea market – it’s quite common to be given them – but it’s the first one that offered me a massage by a qualified masseur at competitive rates.

Massage

Massage

As well as being a qualified masseur Kim also worked one day a week for an agency. I wasn’t clear as to what the agency was but I think it was an advertising agency. She was selling piles of brand new CDs by artist like Chvrches, La Roux, Imagine Dragons and Tocotronic (who are my favourite German band). I bought a few and I bought a couple of records from her. I paid €2.50 for each of them

2 Records: €5

2 Records: €5

The Second Job Lot

I should have bought all of Kim’s CDs. She had about 50.

4 CDS - €2:50 Each

4 CDS – €2:50 Each

If I’d bought more I think I would have got a lower  price than €2.50 per unit and most of these CDs are currently going for about a fiver at Amazon. I sell the bulk of my stuff at Amazon using the FBA (Fulfilled by Amazon) method. I ship my stock to the Amazon warehouse and they do everything else. Ah well. The 2nd opportunity of the day that I missed.

 

THIRD STALL: THE ANGRY HOUSE CLEARANCE TEAM

One of my favourite stalls at Daglfing are the house clearance men who have a stall – or rather an area of rough grassland, and a small shed, at the edge of the carboot. I’m not sure where they’re from;  S.E. Europe I think, but I learnt a long time ago that at carboot sales (or in Nth London cafes) it’s not always a good idea to ask too many questions about where people are from. Anyway – I don’t know where they’re from but where they’re at at 10 am on a Friday morning involves drinking, and chain smoking and arguing with each other – really arguing with each other.

House Clearance Men

Angry House Clearance Men

Daglfing Clutter

Daglfing Clutter

God knows what the argument was about this time but it was loud and aggressive enough to have people backing away.

This is my favourite part of the flea market. Stuff is just dumped in boxes for you to rummage through and the prices are next to nothing.

In the past I have found ropey old porn mags and people’s diaries and soundtrack LPs. This week the stuff I found there was just as daft

 

 

The House Clearance Gallery

Some of this will be sold in the UK for small profits, a couple of things will be Xmas pressies. Some will thrown away.

 

STALL FOUR. THE JOB LOT.

As I was leaving the flea market with €3:40 in my pocket I saw a stall I’d missed with a pile of LPs. These LPs, about 40 in all, were a mixture of 80s pop compilations and Schlager (Schlager is German easy listening. It’s hateful). The dealer said I could have the lot for €5* – I told him I only had €3:40. “That’ll do” he said.

So I ended up with a pile of crap records.

Terrible German Records

Terrible German Records

Some of these, the 80s compilations, will sell for a quid each at UK carboots. The rest will, after I’ve laughed at the terrible covers, go in the bin.

The covers really are brilliantly bad

 

*This happens a lot at the end of carboots – I’ve piles of pirated Bollywood DVDs, entire appalling record collections, boxes of magazines and piles of books all given to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Top 5 Football Finds at Carboot Sales

The most popular parts of popular culture produces piles of popular tat and because football is incredibly popular carboot sales and charity shops are awash with football related junk. Much of the stuff that is produced to cash in on this popularity; replica shirts, football biographies, football quiz books, club branded ephemera, t-shirts, scarves, socks and so on is rubbish. As such I’ve found that there is very little money in buying and selling football stuff at carboots. I’m not an expert in the field, and I’m sure people do make a profit in certain niche areas (signed shirts and pictures can go for a lot) but I’ve found that even stuff like most old Panini stickers and albums and vintage Subbuteo teams and sets are not really worth the bother of listing on Ebay (I know there are exceptions to this – especially with Panini stuff but you do really need to know what you’re looking for. And I don’t).

A couple of years back at a yard sale I bought a huge job-lot of old Man United football programmes from the 1960s and 70s. They included a programme for the 1968 European Cup Final against Benfica. I though this would go for a small fortune but you can find them in fairly good nick for a couple of quid on Ebay. And as for a Man Utd vs QPR programme from 1975, for example, – well that’s pretty worthless.

So the football stuff I tend to buy at carboots and charity shops isn’t bought to try and make a profit – it’s just stuff that makes me laugh – or stuff that I find odd.

So here is my Top 5 Recent Daft Football Finds

Number 5.

A Shot At Glory DVD

All fictional films about football are terrible and thie film A Shot At Glory is no different. It is the story of team in the Highlands League who have to win the Scottish Cup to survive. They are helped in this struggle by having a wily old manager played by Robert Duvall. In the film Duvall puts on a weird Scottish accent which is part Sir Alex Ferguson and part Groundskeeper Willie. The team are also helped by having the famous actor Ally McCoist (who plays Duvall’s estranged son-in-law) playing a troubled alcoholic player trying to rebuild his career.

A Shot At Glory Trailer

The film is cliche ridden drivel – but it is odd, and much like the equally odd football film Escape To Victory, it’s the the oddness that makes it watchable. I enjoyed it – it made me laugh – and what more can you ask for than that from a film I paid 50p for at a carboot.

(Also if you do see a copy at a carboot for anything less than a quid you’ll make about a fiver profit if you buy it and then flog it at Amazon. There is some demand for copies)

Number 4.

Oliver Kahn Action Figure

The second carboot, or flea market as they are known in Germany, that I visited in Munich where I now live, was in the carpark of the Olympic Stadium which is the stadium where Germany beat Holland in the 1974 World Cup Final and where Bayern Munich played before they moved to the Allianz Arena. And it was there that I found this Oliver Kahn action figure (in his Bayern Munich strip). It’s daft but I’m very fond of it and it now sits in my office on my shelf of action figures alongside my Ozzy Osborne action figure, my Elvis Presley action figure and my Snake Plissken action figure.

Number 3.

Football Programmes

The aforementioned job-lot of programmes I bought at a yard sale were pretty much sold on as a joblot for the same price as I bought them. However despite their having no great commercial value they were packed with the sort of random images and details which I cannot help but distract myself with.

This is just one example taken from the programme for the Arsenal vs Man Utd match in the 1976-77 season.

Arsenal Players Playing Cards

Arsenal Players Playing Cards

What we have here are 2 photos of some players playing cards on the team bus. (For some reason the 2 photos are laid out to look like the players are sitting around the same table – if they were then the Arsenal bus for the 76-77 season was an L shaped bendy bus). The players are Alan Ball, Malcolm MacDonald and Jimmy Rimmer (who looks like he has been taken to the cleaners by MacDonald. I’m not sure who the 4th player is – is it Sammy Nelson?

It’s the detail that gets me. The biscuits on the Arsenal team coach in the 1970s were digestives. Do they still serve Digestives on the Arsenal team coach? Does Ozil and Sánchez care for them?

Number 2.

Admiral Kit Man: All for the Shirt by Bert Patrick

Admiral Kit man by Bert Patrick

Admiral Kit man by Bert Patrick

I picked up the book “All For The Shirt” up in a charity shop in Leicester. It’s the story of the clothing company Admiral and it’s transformation from being an underwear manufacturing company in Wigston Magna, Leicestershire, into a company that pretty much reinvented the football kit industry in the 1970s. It’s not the greatest book I’ve ever read about football (that would be one of the following: Das Reboot: How German Football Reinvented Itself and Conquered the World, Brilliant Orange: The Neurotic Genius of Dutch Football or The Miracle Of Castel Di Sangro) but it’s an interesting enough read about the origins of the commercial side of the game.

What I like about the book are the photos – of the various 70s teams in their Admiral kits – including the iconic yellow Leeds away kit which was, I think, where the idea of producing a shirt to be sold to the fans was born.

The picture I love most in the book is this promotional photo of a couple in the early 80s sporting the Admiral England shirt as casual leisure wear.

Admiral England Kit

Admiral England Kit

The couple look like my parent’s neighbours from when I was 15. When I was 15 I fancied the women who lived next door. I think that’s probably why I like this photo so much.

(You can find the book here at Amazon)

Number 1.

Rummenigge by Alan and Denise

Alan & Denise: Rummenigge single.

Alan & Denise: Rummenigge single.

Last week I went to The Daglfing Flea market in Munich and that’s where I found this record which is a tribute to the Germany and Bayern Munich striker Karl-Heinz Rummenigge by an English couple named Alan and Denise Whittle.

Alan and Denise Whittle with Karl-Heinz Rummenigge

Alan and Denise Whittle with Karl-Heinz Rummenigge

The dealer at the flea market was so excited by my wanting to buy it that he insisted on playing it to me on a record player that he had set up (his stall was indoors) and then between his singing along with the song’s chorus  “Rummenigge Rummenigge. All night long”  the dealer explained to me that the song had been a minor hit in Germany in the early 80s and the fans at Bayern had taken to singing it on the terraces.

The song is an appalling novelty song but you cannot help but wonder at Alan and Denise’s creative process. The line “Rummenigge Rummenigge all night long” soon becomes “Rummenigge Rummenigge puts it in” which I suppose means put the ball in the back of the net  – but obviously it doesn’t mean that. The single is not so much a love letter to Karl Heinz but is more like an advert in a swinger’s mag -“English couple seek athletic young man for broadminded fun”. It’s deranged.

You can hear part of the single here.

I don’t know what happened to Alan and Denise – but Rummenigge is still on the staff at Bayern Munich.