Second to last day in London before I head off to Hong Kong, so I looked at a map and decided where I could walk from/to and around.
Hammersmith seemed to be a nice place, id heard about it, it wasnt too far, I had no idea what was there, so I set off.
Turns out theres nothing there really. I walked around looking for anything of interest and its one of the most un interesting places ever, 2 tube lines end there.
So I caught one of the 2 tube lines to Camden, a place I have been before, to wander around the markets there that sell nothing anyone would want to buy.
All of the food looked dodgy, and chinese women were literally chasing me out of the store going 'taste sir!' with something unidentifiable on the end of a fork.
I then spotted a strange shop called cyberdog guarded by giant robots. Inside they didnt allow photos but it was full of t-shirts that have OLED's embedded in them and other glow in the dark clothing. All of the staff were 7 foot tall giants with platform boots on, robot armour, and massive fluoro dreadlocks, they took their job very seriously.
These pigeons were the most exciting thing I could find in Hammersmith.
The cyberdog storefront, never before have I seen a store take their image so seriously, I bought a t-shirt with a light up pentagram that spins around and morphs into a robotic dog that shoots lasers out of its eyes, then catches on fire and explodes.
This is what most of the world famous camden market looks like, you know its world famous cause theres signs everywhere reminding you, if you dont want a t-shirt with an ironic statement like 'im with stupid' or 'no fat chicks' then a large range of dope smoking gear is also available.
Back on the main street, and some of the shops have put in some effort to distinguish their t-shirt stores from the others.
All my life I have wanted some new rock boots, so I can put my leather pants on and be taken seriously. Finally I have achieved that dream, and purchased two pairs which I also arranged shipping of back to Australia as they weigh a tonne.
In the evening, I set off for my walk as usual, and as I was passing harrods I decided to use their restroom facilities. Of course this being harrods, theres a guy in there who expects to get paid to watch you urinate. I opted to not pay him as he did absolutely nothing, not even offer to hold it for me.
I then proceeded to get completely lost in the store, and found myself in the guitar section. To all those who said 'why dont you visit guitar shops', I did, and I did it at Harrods.
I also risked my life by taking photos in Harrods, as I dont think they like it, and its pretty risky cause if you recall, the owner is a powerful arab who arranged the death of princess Diana (the queen of hearts) so that Prince Charles could marry his horse Camilla Parke Bowels without having to convert to the church of england to get a divorce first like Henry the 8th had to. Thats how brave I am.
Pointy awesome guitars, I wanted to buy the white one in the middle row with the maple neck with black inlays.
Boring old people guitars.