Borough market quotage

jamjar and me, parting with hard-earned cash on tasty things and having accidents happen.

'You're just the market stall slut, aren't you?' (this would be the chorizo guy and his propensity for moving around the market)

'Baklava just...happens to you.' (On the fact that Heather passes baklava stall, Heather somehow ends up with baklava, not quite sure how.)

'You can never have enough cheese.'

'We are in need of Konditor.' :time passes: 'They're mean!'

'Faggots, not something easily found these days.'

'Think of it this way, you can not get the apples this time since you're a bit ambivalent, so next time you'll be kicking yourself for not getting them this time.'

'It's like the aftertaste of cheddar.'

'Short for Kaywinnet Lee. Spell it like that.' (jamjar's new phone is now called Kaylee)

'Never mind Bambi's mother, wanna kill Bambi!' (we love the game stall and their signs - one deer was 'Little Bambi')

'Fish, makes for great photos.'

'Don't worry, she gestures.'