What's weird about it? Seriously?
The tut-tutting over those buying trays of valves, as though selling items isn't the point of an auction.
The fat bottoms on little round stools, which bring out the Beryl Cook in my partner, who loves to draw the punters.
The mild Fred Karno-ism of auctioneer, catalogue, and helpers holding up the items, being out of sync. with each other.
The temper tantrums that erupt from time to time.
The grumbling over who's parked where.
It's an absolute delight! I love it!
Regards,
Richard