John Cameron v Philip Serrell - Car Boot Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is,

the show that takes the titans of the antiques trade...

and pitches them against each other...

-Mwah!

-..to see who can make the most money from buying and selling.

That's amazing! Truly amazing.

Today, the people's champion, John Cameron,

takes on the veteran bruiser with the soft centre, Philip Serrell,

in an all-out battle for profit.

Coming up, our boys go merrily round the car-boot bend...

..John Cameron reinvents himself as an icon of ladies' fashion...

Forgive my ignorance - that IS a top?

..and even our experts sometimes bite off more than they can chew.

Why I chose him I really, really don't know.

-Exactly.

-What?

Why did you come here?

This is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is.

On the battlefield today

are two mighty veterans of the antiques trade,

two auctioneers who wield their gavels with a grudge.

First up, it's Worcester's wily warrior, Philip "The Fox" Serrell.

-You're a gentleman. Thank you very much.

-Only because I like you.

And bravely facing him on the battleground is his arch rival,

the Portsmouth Prince, loved by the people,

it's John "The Hammer" Cameron.

CHEERING

-£50. You're a gentleman.

-And you. Thank you very much.

-Take care.

They've each got £250 of their own money in their wallets,

and their challenge is simple -

to seek out the items that they can sell on for the most money.

The dealer with the biggest profit wins,

and all the profits go to charity.

Today's battleground

is Denham Giant Car Boot sale in Buckinghamshire,

where around 400 car-booters have turned up early

to set up stall for the day.

Amongst these stalls,

surely thousands of valuable objects are just waiting to be snapped up.

But which of our brave car-booters will blitz the booty?

We'll soon find out as we release the dealers.

-How are you, mate?

-Morning, young Philip.

-It's early for me, this.

-Well, here we are in Denham,

a very, very sunny day,

absolutely packed car-boot. Rammed, isn't it? Got your £250?

-I'm all there, gunned up and ready to go.,

-Me too. Strategy today?

I'm a bit of a car-boot virgin. I've got to think laterally.

If I see a table that I think I can turn into a porcelain vase,

that's what I'm going to go for. You?

You can't have a strategy in a place like this,

cos you don't know what you'll see.

I don't know, I'm just going to get amongst it,

buy myself something I can turn over quickly and make a quick profit.

-But first of all...

-Yeah?

-HE SNIFFS

-..if my senses don't betray me,

-I can smell a doughnut van.

-I'll race you.

'Ey, come on, boys, it's got to be delving before doughnuts for you,

because the gates have just been opened and the place is heaving.

The Fox isn't the most experienced car-booter,

but he's a true competitor, and he's psyching himself up for action.

It's an intimidating environment if you haven't been before,

so I've just got to now get in there and get amongst them.

Yes, get stuck in, Foxy,

because connoisseur Cameron has been round the car-boot block a few times,

so for him, this is a walk in the park.

When I was 13, I went to work in the family business, fruit and veg.

Basically, I was a barrow boy down Charlotte Street in Portsmouth.

Bit of banter, bit of a community. I used to have a lot of fun.

And days like this, where else would you want to be

than in the sunshine making some money?

The boot sale is warming up. It's the early-morning rush,

and our boys really have to pluck those ripe bargains

off the trestle tables sharpish.

But the new kid at the car-boot sale, Phil the Fox,

has started to form a game plan to beat his old rival the Hammer.

I've been to two car-boots and just run round like a headless chicken,

so what I am really going to apply my mind to this time

is doing it methodically,

going down here and then just working the whole field, like that.

Go on, Phil! The novice is taking to the boot sale like a duck to water.

It's minutes before his beady eye spots an item.

-How much is that?

-Three.

-It's £1.

-I'll do it for two.

-It's £1.

It's a brand-new ball!

I'll give it to you for £1.

I think that's quite decorative. It's colourful, it's decorative.

Why have I bought this, I hear you asking.

And, standing here, I'm asking meself the same question.

Come on, Foxy, you can't go wrong with a £1 spend.

While the Hammer races round the sale

with his profit radar set to maximum,

the Fox is homing in on items he's an authority on,

and Worcester porcelain is top of the bill.

-What's the best you can do that for?

-I'll do it for a tenner, go on.

-Do you know why it's got to be less than that?

-Why? Cos it's not stamped?

It's painted outside the factory.

This is just like...

-You know the sort of paints that you used to paint models with?

-Yeah.

This is a white figure that Royal Worcester produced,

and they produced two that are called June and Noel,

and June is a summer one and Noel is a Christmas one.

And they're worth between five and ten quid to a collector.

So that's where I'm coming from, and that's that.

-How much is that?

-I've got 5.50 on that.

-I'll give you seven quid for the two.

-No, I'm giving you that for nothing.

-Make it nine and you can have them.

-Eight quid.

-Nine.

-Eight.

-Nine.

-Eight.

-Nine.

-Go on, £8.

-Go on.

-You're a gentleman.

-Only because I like you.

Ooh, he loves a good tussle, the Fox.

He's the honcho of hard haggling,

dazzling the stallholders with his knowledge

before he strikes.

The wilful one from Worcester has bagged himself three items,

even though the sun's still coming up.

But how is the Hammer doing?

"Pants" is the word that springs to mind.

As I'm in a generous mood,

I'm thinking I might just buy something for Philip.

A little pre-Christmas gift. What do you reckon?

I think it might be his size.

Rummaging through ladies' underwear may not be the best way forward.

The Hammer's got to drop those drawers and pull his socks up

if he wants to beat the Fox,

who's just sniffed out a petrol can for his favourite price, £1.

This is an old - a really old! - 1930s petrol can. It's battered,

but I reckon I might just be able to sell it to somebody who's into cars.

And I've got a bit of a passion for cars myself.

He's clearly also got a passion for blowing John out of the water.

Sensing competition, John Cameron picks up the pace.

Just look at those little legs go!

Today, Denham car-boot sale is the front line of battle,

and our field marshals are out to snatch the flag of victory.

But only one man can win.

It's 9.30am before John seals his first deal,

which in car-boot terms is late in the day,

and he's spent 50 notes on it.

Well, my first purchase of the day is modern,

but it's very decorative, nicely framed.

This in the middle looks like some sort of wheel,

some sort of primitive wheel.

There's no age to this, but it's contemporary-looking,

so I think I shouldn't have too much trouble getting a profit on this.

I don't want to try and reinvent the wheel. Keep it simple.

Ladies and gentlemen, John Cameron is in the ring.

He's carving his way through the aisles. Unstoppable!

Taking no prisoners, this is a dealer at the top of his game.

And with a sniper's focus, he's set his sights on...

Oh, dear. More ladies' clothing.

I know a lady who deals in vintage clothing.

It doesn't always have to be vintage, just quirky things.

I could pick up a few bits here

that I could turn over for a quick profit with her.

Let's see what we've got.

In the search for an exquisite vintage garment he can sell on

to his lady friend in Portsmouth,

he stumbles across something much more manly.

They're sparring gloves. We may even have some bag gloves here.

I'll get the big weights, the 14oz.

That's what you wear when you don't want to do much damage.

Now, obviously, these are not antique boxing gloves,

but car-boots are about finding bargains to sell on for a profit.

-Excuse me, I've sorted out some gloves here.

-Yes?

Are we all right to have a deal on these? Six pairs there.

I said a fiver each, so five, ten, 15, 20, 25, 30. Give me 25 quid.

That's a deal. We're flying!

And it's only round one, Philip.

It's a mighty body blow to the Fox from canny Cameron.

He's on form and he's fighting hard.

Both our boot-sale belters

weighed in this morning with £250 of the Queen's finest,

and halfway through the day,

these fighters have chalked up very different scores.

Phil the Fox is light on his feet.

He's made three deals so far but only spent a lean £10,

leaving him with £240 to plough through before the final bell rings.

John "The Hammer" Cameron, on the other hand,

has landed some big punches.

He's made two purchases and spent £75 on them,

leaving him with just £175 to play with.

As our brave booters bounce back into the ring,

the Hammer better watch his back, because in no time,

that fast Fox has bagged himself yet another sweet deal,

two framed prints for just a fiver.

I think these are really good decorators' lots.

This is Burne-Jones,

one of the great 19th-century British Pre-Raphaelite artists,

and this is a Monet exhibition poster. I bought the two for a fiver.

I would hope - hope - I might get £20 for them.

Our car-boot beginner has really got the bit between his teeth.

He's burning a trail and bagging some unbelievable bargains.

The Hammer better keep a very close eye on this one.

Where is that Philip "The Fox" Serrell?

I know you're out there somewhere.

Oh, there he is, spotting more bargains, methinks!

It may be beginner's luck, but savvy Serrel is on a roll.

His eyes are peeled and he's spotted an engraved Oriental-style pot.

-What's the best you can do on that?

-15.

15?

-I'm going to think about that and come back and see you later on.

-OK.

The thing that I'm sort of torn with at the minute

is that I know that that's brand-new,

and I'm just not sure at the minute.

I might come back. We'll just see.

With four deals under his belt, the Fox is bobbing and weaving,

looking for the chance to strike.

But with only two items, the Hammer is upping his game.

He's just bought an Edwardian wall cabinet for £15.

Look at the handles on this piece. They look typically Edwardian to me.

It's typical of the little shelves and small pieces of furniture

that you find from that period.

Nice coat of wax or three

and I think they'll polish up nicely.

I might even get myself a small profit.

I'll have to roll my sleeves up.

Remember, whatever the boys spend on restoration

has to come out of their £250 budget.

This sale marches on, and it seems the Fox is gearing up to prove

that you CAN get money for old rope.

What IS he up to?

-How much are these?

-Tenner apiece.

-Tenner apiece.

-Can you do anything on a tenner with them?

-How many do you want?

I just want two.

Give us 15 quid for two.

-Can't do a tenner for two?

-Oh, that's a kick in the...

-I know, but, y'know, it's a tough old life.

-Give us a tenner.

You're a gentleman. You know what the saying is.

-Give a man enough rope...

-..and he'll hang himself.

-I just have.

What's the big idea, then, Foxy?

All I need to do now is find someone with a staircase...

who wants two lengths of rope as a handrail.

Shouldn't be a problem, should it?

Hm, perhaps the wily Fox has a secret directory

chock-full of people with no staircase handrails.

Now, where, oh, where could the Hammer be?

Oh, he's been drawn back to the ladies' clothing.

I am a genuine punter, y'know.

I might need you to model this - I won't know what it looks like.

What a charmer!

How much is that?

-£2.

-£2. Right, let's see what else we can find.

I've got no expertise in women's fashion. I know what I like when I see it.

-Forgive my ignorance - that IS a top?

-Erm, a top or a dress.

-Are these all yours?

-No!

-SHE LAUGHS

-No?

-No!

See, I saw you and I thought,

"They'll have some stylish clothes on this stall." That's why I came.

Oh, these cheesy chat-up lines

are plucked straight from the Hammer's handbook.

JC bags four items of ladies' clothing for a fiver.

Now, this is a fellow in touch with his feminine side.

But there's nothing ladylike about our bruiser from Malvern.

No, he just likes big, heavy agricultural tools.

How much is that, please?

-45 quid.

-Hm.

-I spent an hour on it the other day, getting it going.

You need to get out more, sir. PHILIP LAUGHS

I did you a favour. I bet it's the first antique you've seen here.

You've got a customer there. You go and dive into your customer.

I thought I was going to take some money off you.

You would if it was a tenner, but it's not a tenner, is it?

Phil Serrell has turned from the vestal virgin

to the big daddy of the car-boot sale,

weaving his way in and out of the stalls

and taking no prisoners if the price isn't right.

John Cameron, on the other hand,

is more like the pretty woman who's just been given licence to shop.

ROY ORBISON: # Pretty woman, walking down the street

# Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet... #

I've got myself, I think, five garments here.

I spent £15,

and I've got three or four lots of designer labels in here.

There's a good second-hand market for clothing. They call it "vintage".

I went to a shop in Selsey yesterday and had a look at what they'd buy.

So at £15, I've got to be able to make a profit on that.

I may well go into the rag trade.

Mm, hot stuff, from John the Hammer to Jean Haute Couture.

He's so confident of his winning formula

he buys yet another designer top for £2.

With their campaigns in full swing,

our bitter rivals meet in no-man's-land

to size each other up...

and have a little bit of ice cream.

-This is the best thing I've bought today.

-Good call.

-Absolutely right.

-How are you doing?

-Not too bad. It's quite mad.

There's so many different things.

I panic-bought in the first 20 minutes.

And I bought some real tat, absolute tat.

A couple of things I might do all right with. You?

-I was enjoying my ice cream.

-How much have you spent?

I think I've spent about £106 or £110, something like that.

I've got some interesting bits. I bought some women's clothing.

-Don't get excited.

-I had heard, actually.

-It was something I didn't believe in.

-Vintage.

-Second-hand.

Well, but vintage sounds better.

We'd better get stuck into these before they melt.

Good luck this afternoon, keep buying,

and meet you back here in a minute for more ice cream.

Absolutely.

No time for that, JC, you've had a breather

and now it's time to get stuck in again.

You're in the final straights and, before long,

it'll be packing up time.

Phil is starting to question some of his opponent's purchases.

Now he's buying ladies clothes? It's not right, that, is it?

Oh, come on, Foxy, each to their own.

Phil's lucky streak continues with a wooden book slide

he snaps up for a credit crunch busting £4.

And it's not long before he glimpses another petrol can.

-How much is your petrol can, please?

-Petrol can's five quid.

-I'll take on offer.

-I'd only insult you so I'm not going to do that.

-Insult me.

-A pound.

-No. There you go, I don't feel insulted, though.

-Keep at it.

-Go on, give us a quid and you can have it.

-£1?

Merely a drop in Phil's ocean.

His years of valuing and buying have stood him in good stead for this boot sale.

He never backs down

and his clever negotiating tricks are clearly working a treat.

With time marching on, the Fox revisits the stall he found earlier

with the Chinese pots for sale.

-What's the best you can do that for? Best price is?

-15.

-£15?

I'm pleased with this. The thing is, there's just no age to that at all.

I really AM older than this.

But it's trying to look like an archaic Chinese

brass and bronze vessel.

But just look at the detail on that.

It's certainly not just about the antiques today.

Our eager experts can buy whatever they think

they can flog for a profit,

and the most extraordinary things can be found at car boot sales.

I've just bought this golf trophy here.

Unnamed, and I think that's probably solid bronze. It's quite weighty.

The great thing about this, no plaque on there,

so I'll try to sell this to possibly some sort of company,

estate agent, solicitors or something, because every year, they usually have golf tournaments,

I can make a profit on that. Eight quid I paid for it. I'm going to look for 30 or 40 on that.

I think I can turn my money three times over.

Four!

A sixth item straight in the hole and things are looking up

for the Hammer, but right on cue, the cunning Fox has stopped him

in his tracks, luring him towards a big fat doughnut.

This is sniper tactics, you know that, don't you? You're trying to slow me down.

I hope you haven't bought any more underwear, have you?

No, I haven't bought any more underwear or women's clothes.

Slowing him down with doughnuts is a crafty trick

but it hasn't thrown the Hammer off course.

In fact, he stumbles across the seeder that Phil spotted earlier.

-We've already had your oppo down here looking at it.

-Was he?

-Yes.

How much is it, out of interest?

45 quid. And... I'll take 35 for that.

Go on. All right, nice one.

-I just want to buy it because you said he was looking at it.

-Well, he was.

It's a buy born out of rivalry

with the opposition and he's managed to get it for just £30.

Could it prove to be the winning item?

I've bought myself an early 20th century seed hopper.

This is a seed grill. I saw it and it just drew me over.

I think it had visual impact. A little bar down here which has been hanging down since I bought it,

but if you hang this up there,

I reckon you tuck that bar in there like that,

and that should release a little trapdoor in there.

RATCHET

So, basically, when you push this along,

that ratchet action is releasing and shutting the door

so you're letting the seeds go down at regular intervals.

What a fantastic piece of British engineering.

Well, let's hope the seed of investment

grows into a harvest crop of profit. He's going to need it.

Our antiques gurus have scanned every stall

and plucked out as many moneymaking items as they can muster.

In the blazing heat

and the giddy excitement, it looks like they've gone a little bit car boot crazy.

So maybe they deserve to let their hair down a little?

LAUGHS

It's started now.

LAUGHS

What? I don't know about you...

BOTH LAUGH

As we leave our heavyweights in a spin,

let's see how much money they've spent.

Phil and John both arrived today with £250 of their own money.

After a tough day, Phil comes away with nine items.

Unbelievably, he's only spent £45.

So if buy low, sell high is the way to go,

the Fox has played a blinder.

John ends the day with seven items, but he's spent way more, £150.

Two very different buying strategies

but we'll see which of our mighty maestros is going to get rich quick.

Not being funny, but your missus left her clothes on the window.

There's a couple of decent makers, good design makes there,

-I'm going to turn a profit on those.

-I think you'll turn into something.

-What's this? Put your Monet where your mouth is?

-That's what I thought.

Those were for nothing - a fiver.

-Fiver each?

-No, for the two.

-I definitely went the distance today.

I got myself six pairs of 14 ounce sparring gloves there.

I can get a profit out of those. 25 quid for six pairs.

I should be able to get £10 a pair. But I love the seed drill.

-The seed drill's the best thing you've got.

-You like it?

I saw it myself, but I think it's a really wicked thing.

Let's get this stuff packed up, get home and get selling.

-Do me a favour, first.

-Go on.

-Pack the ladies clothes up first.

I'll get the ladies clothing away first. All right.

Hold onto your hats

because our car boot bruises are about to ramp it up

as this epic challenge shifts up a gear.

The buying was just the beginning.

A mere day spent perusing the pitch.

Our brave boys now have to prove

their dealer credentials by selling everything.

And they've got one important goal.

Profit.

Our gargantuan gladiators

make a beeline for home to delve deep

into their dealer directories

and settle upon their selling strategies.

Ever present, the fear of losing, not just the battle

but the reputations and honour they've built up.

In Worcester, the Fox is snatching a moment of calm.

This car boot rookie is well out of his comfort zone.

I found the car boot really, really tough,

because if you want to buy tomato plants, gladioli, wellingtons,

strimmers, pushbikes, prams or anything else like that,

it was there in abundance.

Antiques? Boy, you had to look hard.

The yellow porcelain ball, I mean it's something or nothing,

as is that little hunting jug.

The worst figure, that's OK.

I have the large petrol can and the smaller one,

and those two art posters.

There was that Chinese bronze censer

and the carved Oriental book slide.

I mean, the thing that I'm going to most fun with were the gym ropes.

I know you think I'm mad, but I believe that you can do something with that.

In picturesque Portsmouth, the Hammer is much more relaxed.

This is a prince with a plan.

I ended up buying this reproduction faux Roman wheel behind glass.

I've got six pairs of boxing gloves,

I've got a little small set of Edwardian shelves,

need a little bit of restoration work, and some vintage clothing.

Last but not least, I've got my golf trophy and my seed drill.

With their mighty arsenal of weapons now polished and primed,

it's time for our boys to bust a gut

and sell like they've never sold before.

But, remember, until they've shaken on it

and the money has changed hands, no deal is truly sealed.

It's Mr C who somersaults into the ring first

and dances around the canvas like an antiques Ali.

He's hoping to kick off with a knockout blow.

Remember my sparring gloves?

I've bought them along to Moneyfields amateur boxing club

to see Ted Harris, one of the most respected trainers around the town.

I just hope he's short of a few pairs of sparring gloves.

Well, I've got the gut. See if I can grab the glory.

-How are you, mate? OK?

-Yes. Right, the gloves I told you about.

Here we are.

-Six pairs of these, brand spanking new.

-Right.

-Never been used.

What do you think? Can you do something with these?

Yeah, not bad glove, are they?

-14 ounce.

-14 ounce?

Yes, just right for sparring.

-Can you do with six new pairs?

-Yeah, I think we could use them.

-We've got five pairs of black and one pair of red.

-No problem.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-So, you're interested?

-At the right price.

-At the right price, OK.

-15 quid a pair?

-Tenner would be better.

-I'll tell you what, £10 a pair, six pairs, 60 quid?

-Yes.

-You've got yourself a deal.

-Thank you very much, John.

-Appreciate that. Who's your opponent on the show, then?

-Philip Serrell.

-Do you know him?

-Ooh! Tough man.

Call him the Fox, I believe.

-Are you fit for him?

-I think I'm pretty fit.

Have you got the kit with you?

-Got my kit with me.

-Get on and we'll sort you out.

Now, this we have to see.

Ted, put the Portsmouth Prince through his paces.

THEME FROM ROCKY

Come on, JC. Let's see what you've got.

You can do this!

Keep thinking of your opponent.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

You can be the champ!

I'm ready for you, Philip.

Well, give me another couple of months.

An early body blow kick-starts the Hammer's selling campaign,

punching home a profit of £35.

But the Fox is not afraid.

Not for him running away with his bushy tail bowed.

He's been hard at work,

lining up some potential sales of his own.

I'm at my saleroom and, in a few minutes' time, Chris Bailey,

who's an old petrol-head friend and client of mine

is coming down here in one of his cars, hopefully,

to buy these two petrol cans off me.

They cost me £2 at the car boot sale.

I'm hoping I can make a fair tidy profit on these.

-That's arriving in style, isn't it?

-I know.

-What a great bus that is.

-It's not a bad old thing, is she?

-Let me put these down.

-These are the two cans?

-You heard about it's important to have originality.

-What would you do with that?

-Restore it.

-You would?

Probably the best thing to do. A shot blaster and paint her up.

-Really?

-Yes. You've got a brass top on it.

-So that'll polish up all right.

-Little polish up OK.

-What would that retail for?

-30 quid?

-30-40 quid, I would've thought. So, you want to sell them?

-I do, yeah. They were very expensive.

-Were they?

Massively expensive. A pound each.

-That's what it cost me.

-Right, yes.

But I'm thinking the two ought to be worth 30 quid.

-Oh, I don't know about that.

-Eh?

-No, I think...

I think nearer 20.

Make me your best and final offer.

-25.

-Go on, you're a gentleman. I'm really pleased with those.

He bursts off the starting line and roars straight into the fast lane.

Phil sells the petrol cans for more than 12 times

what he paid for them and fills up his profit tanks to the tune of £23.

On the sunny South Coast, our heavyweight champion

has hung up his boxing gloves to take a swing at an altogether more relaxing sport.

John's come to meet Jason,

who's organising a charity golf competition

and who's looking for the ideal winner's trophy.

JC picked one up at the car boot for £8

but will he be able to sell it on for a profit?

-This is the trophy. What do you think?

-It's nice.

With most things that you bring to the party, it's smaller than I thought it would be.

But, you know, it's well formed. Yeah, I quite like it.

-Yeah?

-Classic little golfing stance.

It hasn't been used so you can get a plaque on the front.

Yeah, that'll be nice. It'd be something people would be proud to win

and think about how they've contributed to the charity. OK, then, John. So, money.

I know these will cost you minimum £60 a trophy like that. I've looked.

So, what do you reckon?

Well, I had in mind 30, I must admit,

and that's what I've brought with me. So...

I know your tricks. You'll have 30 in that pocket

and a big wad in the other pocket.

That's the back pocket, actually. But, um...

I tell you what I'm prepared to do. I'll give you a choice.

We could do £30 now,

the buy it now price, or £60

if you can either out-drive me,

or put the ball nearest to that net than me.

Listen, I don't play golf, so that's not fair. 40 quid's the deal.

I will see if I can get nearest the basket.

If I get nearer than you, it's 80 quid.

40 quid if I don't, and you just get to laugh at me.

Bearing in mind you're not a regular golfer, that's fair.

Not a regular golfer? I'm not a golfer at all. So, 40 quid, yes?

-£40.

-Or 80 if I get nearer.

-Or 80 if you get nearer than that.

-OK.

That John, he just can't resist a sporting challenge.

What must he have been like at school?

But, now, will he drive a big bonus

or just knock a wedge through his profit?

-So that basket there?

-That's the one, John.

-OK.

-Practice swing.

-That was a practice swing.

-A good practice swing.

-Oh dear.

-Ouch!

-You said that basket over there, didn't you?

-Yep, that was the one.

-Yes, this isn't looking good.

-Argh!

-Consistent.

Come on, John. Eye on the ball!

-Very consistent.

-Oh, save your blushes, John, give the expert a go.

DRUMROLL

Oh!

-£40 it is.

-40 quid it is.

-Thanks, John.

Boxing, golf, the Hammer's sporting prowess knows no bounds

but perhaps today is just an off-day, right, John?

And our boy must be content with a smaller profit of just £32.

Phil is turning his attention

to one of his favourite pastimes, enjoying fine cuisine.

I'm outside my friend Frankie's restaurant.

I've known him all the time I've been in Worcester.

And he's in there with his family and friends around the dinner table.

And they tell me the Chinese people, they do their deals over dinner.

What could be better?

So, can the wily one do a deal on the Chinese engraved pot

he picked up just £15, even with his mouth full?

-Frankie, this is how Chinese people do business?

-Absolutely!

-Around the dinner table.

-Around the tables and have a glass of wine,

talk about food and talk about business at the same time.

Do you know, I'm probably Chinese.

I've brought this little, bronze pot which I guess, there's no age to it,

-but it's a copy of an archaic Chinese bronze.

-Yes, yes.

What do those inscriptions mean?

-Well, it consists of four Chinese character.

-Yes.

In Chinese it says, "Xiu Xi Ga Cha."

What does it actually mean in English, is a good blessing.

-A good blessing?

-Yes, a good blessing.

That's a step in the right direction, isn't it?

Do you think you might be interested in buying that off me, Frankie?

-I need to think very hard.

-Do we need more wine to lubricate the mind?

Exactly. Yes, that's right. It all depends how much you want for it.

Somewhere between 40 and £60 for it.

I will pay maximum, £30.

-30 in Chinese, sounds good.

-Yes. That's a good number for you?

-A good number.

-30 is beginning to sound a good number for me, as well.

Frankly, I'm going to take that. I'll shake you by the hand and now I'm going to enjoy my soup.

Give that man some noodles.

Phil doubles his money on the pot and wolfs down a profit of £15.

Both our bargain busters are steadily piling up the profit

but could John be marching off with an early lead?

He sells his mock Roman wooden wheel to his mate, Jamie, who runs a hotel in Hampshire.

-Go on, then, £100.

-Yes.

-£100, flat.

-OK.

-Thank you very much.

He rolls away with a profit of £50.

Now, we all know the Hammer, the handsome, rugged chap, hard as they come,

but despite that tough guy exterior, we found out that our John's not afraid to show his feminine side.

Which is lucky, seeing as he's got a whopping great pile of ladies' garments to shift!

I've come to Albert Road to see a vintage clothes dealer.

Philip joked at me for buying women's clothes and said he questioned my persuasion.

Well, I've tried them on and none of them fit. I'm going to try and get a profit out of them.

John on paid £22 all up for his various outfits

but he's gathered them altogether and wants to sell them all in one lot to shop owner, Lucy.

I decided to have a bit of a venture into the vintage clothes market.

-Yes, it makes sense.

-Don't judge me.

That's kind of modern but it's a nice label.

-I don't mind modern and quirky things.

-I like that.

-This is nice.

This is a little bit older. This is a more '80s. This is lovely, I like that sort of style.

-So am I doing all right so far?

-You're not doing too bad.

-OK.

The scarf is nice, I really like that.

-My wife loves a bit of diamante.

-I do too.

-I thought, "That's nice." Do you like that?

-It's nice.

-We've got a number of garments there.

-Have you been doing any maths as we've been going along?

-You'd get more money if they were older.

-So, I'm learning I need to get period, older stuff.

-Yes.

Some pieces I like better than others. These pieces are a good brand and they aren't very old.

They are like '90s era. If I bought this myself I probably wouldn't pay more

than £20 for the lot.

-Yes, I've paid more than that for them.

-SHE LAUGHS

-I have. I was offered 15 quid for the scarf.

-Blimey.

OK, I could probably push to 30 and that's as far as I'd go.

-Just for you.

-I tell you what, that scarf...

Think of the scarf, this nice dress there,

you have got some good bits in there.

I'd sell that for about £18.

I'll tell you what 40 quid and I walk away and it's all yours.

You will get a profit out of that. You will get a profit out of that.

Oh, I don't know. Mmm...

A lot of clothes... £40, come on, Luce. It's got to be worth that.

I'll promise you I haven't even doubled my money there.

SHE LAUGHS

-Well, OK, just for you.

-£40, thank you.

-It's a deal.

-That was harder than I thought.

-I'm losing my reputation.

-You're not.

-You will get a profit out of this.

-Yes, OK.

Foxy may have taken the Mickey but John's become a fashion mogul.

The clothes make him a profit of £18.

You could treat yourself to a nice pedicure on that, JC.

Whilst our brave boys keep battling away,

let's see how their selling spree is totting up.

Phil the Fox has so far sold three items

and bashed out a profit of £38.

But John, is streets ahead, including all the clothes

he's seen off five of his purchases and is sitting pretty

on a profit of £135.

The Fox is trailing by nearly £100, so what does he do?

He picks up the pace straight away.

He invites his old friend, Christine, around to look at his items,

the ceramic ball, the hunting jug and the Royal Worcester lady.

-Christine snaps them all up.

-Go on, I'll have a deal with you.

-Thank you, my lovely, you're an angel.

-And Foxy pockets £26 profit.

The Prince of Portsmouth is normally a dapper chap but today John's got his legs out.

He's in the garden and he's sprucing up his seed dispenser.

I spoke to somebody who restores metal work.

He suggested I just brush off any loose paint, any rust,

brush it off with a stiff brush and then give it some coats of wax.

It will help preserve it and it will bring out that paintwork.

This is a first for me. A bit of an experiment. Hoping it goes OK.

I've got plans for this to be outside as an ornament.

# Sowing the seeds of love... #

A little bit of TLC and John's sowing the seeds for a super sale.

He's visiting pub landlord, Richard, to see if he'll appreciate

the decorative potential in the results of all his hard work.

It's called the Sexton seed drill,

-made by a company called Geo Munro, I think that's George Monro.

-Yes.

Based in Waltham Cross. This would date from the 1920s.

This would fit nicely at the bottom of that pole.

-Have a look at your sign.

-Yes.

-Can you see the similarities there?

-You are right.

-It could almost be this piece of equipment.

-Yes.

-It will weather OK?

-Yes, as I say, all I've done to it is waxed it.

All you might want to do is once every season, give it a couple of coats of wax.

-Interested?

-Sort of.

Uh-oh! Doesn't sound like John's wax job is quite enough to bowl Richard over.

Could our boy be about to lose the sale? We'll find out later.

The Hammer finds himself on the back foot but Foxy is surging ahead.

He finds a buyer for his French posters and makes a handy £15 profit.

And, it's not long before Phil sees off the bookends

he bought for just £4.

He sells them for 20, landing £16 profit.

It's all going swimmingly but it's far from over.

Mr Serrell still has his two gym ropes to offload

and he's travelled to Herefordshire to try and do it.

But, by the sound of things, he's expecting a real tug of war.

I've come to David Urquhart, architectural salvage yard, just outside Ledbury.

He's the type of man that's going to buy these.

I've always maintained, they'd make a great balustrading in someone doing up a house.

I also know that David is going to give me hell trying to buy these off me

because whatever I ask for them, it'll be too much.

You could sell him gold bars for pound each and he'd want to give you 50p.

So, talk about give a man enough rope, this could be the occasion.

Oh, Foxy sounds like you might have a bit of a fight on your hands.

Let's get ready to rumble.

-Good

-heavens above!

-What an earth(?)

-It's Conan the Barbarian.

-What on earth are you doing?

-A bit of light dusting.

You've seen these, haven't you? You saw them in the saleroom.

-You couldn't sell them, obviously!

-No, don't you come that.

What an earth would I do with them?

Mm, that's not the best of starts!

Look at that, isn't that a fantastic handrail up a stair flight?

-They're very handsome ropes, I must admit.

-What would they cost you new?

Erm, go to a ship's Chandler, probably about £15.

Get lost!

I was thinking they'd make a frame around a mirror.

-With a bit of a nautical theme.

-Quite possibly...

-Go on, bid me a price for the two.

Oh, gosh, I don't know. I could go and buy these anywhere, couldn't I?

-30 quid.

-No.

-What?

-No.

Come on, we'll go up another ten.

-No, I want 75 quid for them.

-Don't be ridiculous!

-What do you mean, don't be ridiculous?

-Come on, times are hard.

Look at all this stock we've got. Nobody buys any of it.

They'll go, "Oh, I used to climb one of them when I was a young boy."

They're not going to say, "Here you go, here's £150."

There are times in your life when you think you've made a really bad decision.

This is one of those times. There's lots of other people I could have gone to.

Why I chose him, I really, really don't know.

-Exactly!

-What?

-Why did you come here?

I thought you would be fair to me and not try and mug me on the highway.

-I can't give you any more...

-Last deal then.

-40 quid.

No, no, no. Put another tenner on it and you can have them.

50 quid the two, that's £25 each.

-Go on, then.

-Excellent stuff!

Oh, a worthy opponent.

David matched the Fox toe to toe, but Phil walks away,

albeit a little bruised, with £40 profit.

His final salvo against the Hammer.

Well I've sold them and I got a decent profit for them.

I'm still not sure whether I had a good deal or a bad deal, really.

Phil is all sold up but John has got one last item outstanding,

the Edwardian wall cabinet.

He shelled out £15 for it but has tried to add a little value with his own fair hand.

He's been out in his garden again painting and sanding the piece

to give it a fashionable look.

He's going to try his luck with the rather lovely, Suraya, who runs a shop in Southsea.

-Hello.

-Here it is. You like it?

-I love it.

It's Edwardian, genuine Edwardian. This is 100 years old, plus.

It's got the original handles on it here.

Brilliant, that's very in at the moment, that shabby, chic look.

-It is, indeed.

-Does it have a key to open the door?

-Since you asked, we have the original key.

-Wow!

-Here we are.

-And, there we are.

-Oh, brilliant.

-The lock works.

-Do you think it could find its place amongst your stock?

-Yes.

-Yes?

-I'll put it in the window.

We've got to talk money, I'm looking for £100 for it.

-How about if I gave you £80 for it?

-I'm not going to argue with that.

-£80. That gives me a profit.

-Deal done.

That just about pays for my labour.

All his hard work has paid off.

John sells his final piece and retires £65 better off.

This dual of the dealers has run its course. They've given it their all.

But, there can only be one winner.

They each had £250 of their own money to spend at the car boot sale.

The Fox bought nine items but he only spent £45.

The Hammer bought seven items but he spent a whole lot more, £150.

But, buying and selling is one thing, it's profit that really counts.

All of the money that Phil and John have made will be going to a charity of their choice.

Without further ado, it's time to find out who is today's

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is champion.

-John, how are you?

-Hi, Phil, I'm good.

-Good to see you.

How did you get on after the car boot?

Do you know, I found that really, really tough.

-It was good, I enjoyed it.

-What's going to be in there, then?

-Shall we have a look?

-Shall we have a bet beforehand?

-Go on.

-We'll have a little the pound side bet on each one of these.

-Go on.

-I reckon... I bet you a pound you'll beat me.

-Shall we see?

-OK, then.

-On the count of three. One, two, three.

That's not only just, is it?

-Hang on, I owe you a pound.

-Get out.

-You owe me a pound.

-Get out of it.

Oh, someone's a sore loser.

A runaway win for Mr Cameron and very nearly doubled Phil's profit.

What did happen with the seed drill?

I'm looking for about £120.

-No, I don't think I would do £120. 80?

-Can I meet you halfway?

-95?

-Is that your best offer?

-Yes.

-95. You've got a deal.

A full house!

John sees off the seed drill and plants a pretty profit of £65.

I couldn't see anything else that appealed to me at the car boot.

John, clearly, he was much more market aware than I was.

I think what won it for me at the end of the day was I spent more money than Phil.

When you look at the profit against what we spent,

he made a higher percentage profit on what he turned out.

I actually made more because I spent more.

John has no time to celebrate his massive victory though.

Our warriors need to rest up because there's another epic challenge heading their way.

Tomorrow, they'll slug it out at an auction in Cirencester.

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