The most memorable line of any York week:
There was a vendor at one of the bandit meets who had a rep of selling, let's say, "doctored" trains as original. He clearly had a poor wig. He had his girlfriend with him who seemed to have some "enhancement" surgery done.
Apparently he burned a buyer in the past. This buyer went up to his table, and said in a rather loud voice: "Everything here is fake; your hair, these trains, and her t**s!".
This was about 15 years ago