I’m never sure about farmers’ markets. Not only to they present yet another apostrophe conundrum — organised as they mostly are by local business associations, i.e. groups of grocers — but there’s a tendency for the same farmers to traipse around the “circuit”, so each market becomes as personality-less as the chain stores they’re meant to be an anathema to. So while I like fruit vodka and garlic olives as much as the next bohemian, I’ve taken to reacting much like Earl (of TV’s My Name is…): Get the Flash Player to see this content. But, why am I bringing this up (except as a glorious chance to use the six honest serving-men as a post title)? Well, because someone has nicked King’s Heath’s “Who’s What?”. When, Why and How are not known.
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