Arguably my favourite books are dystopian. No idea why. I suspect it’s the current and insecure knowledge that we enjoy reasonable freedoms in the UK. We can blog, tweet, vote and comment, safe in the knowledge that a SWAT team aren’t about to crash through your window and confiscate your books. Vive democracy. However, riding home on Tuesday evening via The Hayes – Cardiff’s picturesque* Victorian heart – I spotted what at first glance looked like a huge automaton gazing down on passers-by, it’s all-seeing eye sweeping the urban landscape for pockets of dissent. Being a cyclist I knew this would mark me out as trouble, so I threw myself down behind the Hayes Island snack and crawled along the floor.
I needn’t have bothered. It was a perfume ad.I think I’m going to have to read less Bradbury, Moore and Wyndham. 🙂
As an aside, the omnipresent CCTV camera is situated dead opposite our fine smelling automaton. If the bloody thing was facing the other way, Cardiff’s finest would have a magnificent view of the bikes parked underneath.
*I’m not really including the House of Fraser (Howells) building in the ‘picturesque’ bit. The Old library, cemetery and St John’s Church (where my parents were married) are bloody lovely.