Dagenham Sunday Market

It’s not a traditional Market anymore, it’s full of foreigners trying to sell junk. That’s not entirely fair I have bought some not bad suitcases and some stuff for my dogs here, the place is ok to park but hard to get out from unless you leave hours before everyone else, it’s dirty the foods crap and the most of the market trader are ignorant. I can’t stand being to crowded having my heels run over by prams and buying stuff that doesn’t last longer than a week, guess I’m just not a Market person.

This huge Market is a stark picture of how the other half lives. For it’s filled with thirtyish year old tired looking grandmas looking to buy stuff for their familes on meagre benefits. There are no trendy stalls selling fancy cupcakes but if you want perfumes that smells like your expensive stuff, then this is a place to go. And if you love Chav clothes, then you will find it here. They sell just about anything providing it’s legal so you won’t find pirated porn DVD’s or stolen bikes like one well known Sunday Market.
Meanwhile the stench of cheap burgers permeates a landscape that is strangely post industrial. You are probably wondering why I shop here… Well they sell cheap gillette razors for starters. Along with toiletries etc.
But when I walk down a double parked road surrounded by rusting scrap heaps. I’m grateful for what I have as this place is a 21^th century version of the George Orwell classic «Road to Wigan pier.»