After hearing so many great things about Preston, Charlie and I decided to go for ourselves. The market was a mix of absolute crap and hidden gems, the best kind. Amongst my favourite buys was my Dave and Shirley nameplate bracelet (we are now a happy trio on my wrist), loads of gold tat earrings that are keeping my ears almost permanently sceptic and some Clockwork Orange gone-wrong glasses. The glasses sit in my tear ducts so I can't really wear them. You win some, you lose some I guess.