Saturdays I had a stall selling tee shirts in the market. This one with the slogan 'Nobody knows I am a punk spy' was popular. In Spynook everyone knows I am a Punk Spy so here it is a joke. Outside Spynook i nobody knew I was a Punk Spy so it was a good disguise. Hardly anyone knew I was a spy and most people knew I was a punk. Nobody knew I was a Punk Spy. During the week I was an ordinary spook working undercover in the City, mostly as an errand boy who wants to avoid getting into trouble. I acted polite, helpful and naive so people trusted me. Weekends were fun. I was the Punk Spy character. I was being the real me displaying a truth that served my deception. I watched and listened and learned secrets . I got to discover different worlds and understand what really goes on , things that most politicians and people who think that they control the the country don't know about and probably would not want to know about. It was interesting and sometimes exciting. I felt safe and superior to the important people who treated me as inferior because I had this perspective that they lacked. Of course I avoided doing anything too dodgy and I did not pry in ways that would have jeopardized my position. So what went wrong?
There are a lot of weirdo artists, fashion designers with market stalls and one of the weirdest was an artist known as Stylecatcher. He was colourful and amusing and we got on all right. Then he wanted to feature punks on his website and pose in my punk spy tee shirt and talk about punk philosophy and espionage. When I refused he was really disappointed. I told him I just hated the idea of being on the internet so he started arguing with me saying it would be good for my business. Others on the market took my side and told him to back off if I said no that was my prerogative and he should respect that. That made him really angry and he said he was not going to publicize someone who did not want to be publicized but I could at least be grateful to him for asking, he would have been doing me a favour and he did not see how it could cause trouble for me and no way did he want to cause me trouble. So there was a big noise about it and the market management said that they wanted me on the market website. This is an offer you cannot refuse unless you want to lose your stall. So I had to give it up and then the rumour started that I really was a spy. The punks blamed Stylecatcher so he disappeared again. The scandal caused me trouble with my day job so I ended up here at Spynook, a punk with no future. I miss my punk mates on the market but I keep busy in Spook Woods. There are a lot of strange things going on round here that I had better keep quiet about and there are more dodgy customers around than I ever met on the market. So it is okay provided I watch where I put my big feet.