Today, Saturday the 8th, was a day of huge contrasts, which makes the Portobello the exciting place it is. In my Arcade, the Vernon, we had a dealer best described as a ‘man of the road’ who had brought his own rickety plastic table on which he unwrapped china and glass junk. No one new where he came from, his barely contained enormous bum blocking the entrance to the arcade. He took no notice of our remonstrations to leave. About 4 stands along, striking a bargain, were representatives of two of the richest and knowledgable families in Britain, that is typical of the antiques trade in the portobello market.