A Blogger in Black

We’d had a fabulous time as always, seeing new things and creating some happy memories. I caught the bus by the side of the station and headed north to get my Camden fix. I do love the area, busy as it was and had a good mooch around the stall in the Stables market. The Cyberdog store is a stalwart of the Camden ‘scene’ and I decided to take a look. Garish fluorescent garb is hardly my thing and the clientele, along with the ear splitting music was making me feel somewhat ancient and I’d have stuck out like a sore thumb if only leather had glowed in the dark. The Over 18’s section in the basement was a little more interesting though… Heading back across the bridge there were a couple of suitably garbed punks swilling Stella and brandishing hand written notices encouraging tourist to ‘help a punk get drunk’. Such is Camden. I declined the invitation and instead partook of a real ale overlooking the canal. It could, with a certain generosity of spirit, be considered lunchtime. It wa...