Old Poole High Street

I take a special delight in looking at the strange, spooky, shops towards the end of Old Poole High Street - I look at the Army Surplus shop, with its shop window displays of boxes of bright bullets, pith helmets, gas masks, camouflage trousers and khaki clothing - the haunt of survivalists, of men with shaven heads and bull necks, of  gaffers with pinched faces - Doctor Feelgood's Tattoo Parlour, its interior, mercifully, screened from your gaze, where they do body piercing as well as tattoos - the War Gaming Shops, with those minutely detailed model orcs, snarling with their tusks and snouts - the model shops - one has a huge model kit of the Tirpitz - a blazing monster of a battleship depicted on its lid, guns gouting fire - a shop with small statues of Elvis, swivelling his hips - in one window, a severed human head, with a tube map of blood vessels and muscles, white bulging eyes and opened mouth - placed next to two commemorative mugs, one of Poole, and one of Christchurch - what's all that about?