Me and Claire had a nice walk along the canal into Camden today, it was lovely (apart from the muggers, rapists and paedophiles that congregate along (and sometimes in) the canal).
we are both horribly skint and so were shopping in very much of a window sense, in a way it was lucky we chose Camden as in the five years since I’ve been in London it has degenerated from a lovely cool wickedest place on earth to a nice part of town and a market full of new glass buildings – just fucking leave it alone.
There wasn’t really much to take out fancy but we went into Cyberdog, you never know, I might like something in there since I bought a coat there in 2002 and an arm thing in 2004, it’s an even year, there’ll be something I like there again
As ever the place attracts lots of tourists (it’s a dark shop – gee). One of them was wearing a frankly hideous hat and her partner was about to take a photo. We stood still as they did so, being polite enough not to walk through the photo when suddenly a hand (albeit attached to a body) flew out of nowhere and and covered up the lens. The hand belonged to a Cyberdog employee who then looked at me to tell me that photographs were not allowed, I felt oddly apologetic, he had mistaken me and Claire for being with the two tourists, and I felt suitably told off even though I wasn’t taking the photo. Then I felt angry, do I look like the kind of person who finds hats funny? Will that be my next Edinburgh show, a series of photos of me in hats or standing next to street signs that sound a bit rude – IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK I AM, MR CYBERDOG?
We walked off as the man explained it all again, but now to the tourist and I started to feel curiously bemused. What was it with Cyberdogs and the lack of pictures – do they have a sensor like in Thunderbirds? Obviously I presume it’s to keep their secrets of how to make horrible hats and their top secret t-shirt recepie – but if I was that hellbent on cooking up my own cyberdog style wear I could just buy something.
Maybe they’ll realise that in the cold light of day a photo of their clothing viewed not in a UV loud music freaky people room just isn’t that cool?
And then I think I stumbled upon the real answer – it’s a front. That’s where they keep the KGB these days.
So now, to oust th old enemy I am going to try (and you, fellow notbloggers, should try too) to take a picture in there. That’ll show them.
I will post the results here – if you have any success email them to me here and I’ll show the world (or the three of you that read this)