My name is Andrew Henderson and I'm trading up from absolutely nothing to...
... a Rolls Royce car!
Or... a Bentley car!
In however many steps it takes. Of course.
It's my hobby.
Check out my current offerings below - yes, I've traded up from nothing to all of these - and feel free to make me an offer of any number of your things for any number of mine.
I'm always interested in offers of anything, and I really do mean anything...
Currently I drive this reliable (so far!) old Volkswagen Golf. It has a damaged wing and a spot of rust here and there...
Just so happens I've never seen a rusty Rolls Royce or Bentley, so I figure one of these practical motors would do me for a while, if only I could somehow upgrade to one...
My blog covers all my trades... and even a bit more! And all of these articles are just brilliant, I'm sure you will agree...
I am based somewhere in the middle of England, and am prepared to travel to anywhere on earth to make a trade if I think it makes sense.
Anywhere except The City of Iqaluit that is, which the rest of the world figures must actually exist because "they have a website".
Well actually I've agreed to a few postal trades now, but I am very particular about doing those.
There are no trees in Iqaluit. Apparently. Assuming there really is such a place...
Also why not check out a television crew gate-crashing my Trade 11 at Leicester Square in London! And then having the cheek to rename it "TRADE 1"!!...
They Said It, Not Me...
"...announce to the world that I love Basset Hounds." - Kyle MacDonald (Kipling SK, Canada), by email
I really should try to find more quotes for here. Hmm.
Shiver Me Timbers, A Jack Of All Trades (Trade 37)
OK OK I know I know, it's been a while... But I now have a trade to report so here I am!
I spent the weekend before last in Amsterdam, which happens to be the scene of Trade 19.
And I saw a lot of oranje landlubbers...
I also met up with Lav, a Dutch canal pirate who be eyeing my trading booty for quite a while now...
Lav took me along on a long long voyage around the canals of Amsterdam. At some point I was pretty sure we were lost and would have to take a taxi back or something. Maybe a canal taxi. All in all obviously quite an alarming time for me...
But also the perfect time to work out a trade!
So I produced the little green guy and asked Lav what she'd like to offer me for a trade, and she produced...
One squirty orca!
Deal or no deal?
Well if it was just an orca I might have backed off, and fallen into the canal, but this was a squirty orca and therefore a trade-up offering...
So we had a deal!
And we did the trade...
And then, before you could say "c'mon matey sup up yer salty dog, ye be drinking like a landlubber! yarrr" Lav had named her little green guy...
