What's more, it comes with a little box for it to go in. The box tells me - via a sticker on the bottom - that it was turned in Rugeley, Staffordshire. That's called 'documentation'. It's like when you have an Elizabethan tobacco box that comes with a letter from Walter Raleigh to Francis Drake saying 'Franny, many happy returns. Keep your snuff in this old boy', which quadruples its value and proves it's dead old. It's just like that. In this case it proves that it was made sometime after the invention of transparent sticky labels.
The thing about this little bugger of course, is that it cost barely anything. Therefore, while I'm not going to retire on it, the profits margin will be obscene even if it only sells for a quid. Probably should be a bit more ambitious but I wanted to get a good mix of stuff on my first outing and this was irresistibly dinky.
Bought for: 50p
Hopes: Complacent
Profit: ££
Actual Cheddar: £
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