I was up in Leicester this week seeing my old mates Iqubal and Salim. They run a socks and pants cash and carry just off of the Narlborough Road. They are importers and have good gear that you can’t get in London.
We have our own way of talking on the markets. Market inspectors are called toby’s, five hundred quid is a monkey and fifty-pound note is a McGarrett.
I’ve been on the markets for over forty years now and I thought that I had heard them all.
Anyway I was talking with the boys up in Leicester about a certain customer who is a right time waster and Iqubal said:
“You mean she’s a Chisit?”
I put down my Styrofoam cup of coffee and said, “What’s a Chisit?”
“You know” he said “the ones that never buy anything they just walk around the stall picking things up and saying ‘I’m a Chisit, I’m a Chisit’”
Thanks boys, it’s been an education.
That’s this week’s report from Pete the Market Trader. The man on the street. Literally.
