What Hong Kong Phooey Did Next.

Signage fascinates me no end.

This was oh so nearly got a Blip of a shop called WORMLAND which is apparently where hep young chaps go to buy the latest fashions, you know like trousers that can't stay up, and not, as I innocently supposed, where you went if the worms in your life lacked for anything.

But this took the (dog) biscuit. This is a real detective agency (and handily you can see the Frankfurt phone number), if you ever need to use one I think these guys deserve your custom. If only to hear what it was like to talk to a labrador that was wearing a hat and smoking a cigarette and sounded just like Humphrey Bogart would have done if he had a tail and smelled of dog food.