Capricorn Interiors

The sign on the door wanted me to go in. It even promised me there was ‘no obligation to buy’ if I did so. I can’t say I’ve ever seen such a sign on the door of a shop before, but there’s a first time for everything.
On entering, I found Capricorn Interiors to be a shop selling not just beds and sofas, but busts of American icons such as James Dean and Laurel Hardy. That these are next to little statues of cherubs and Buddhas make the place seem a little bizarre especially when you realise that you’re the only person in there (apart from a friendly man who, after saying hello and asking if I needed help, sat intently glaring at his laptop) and that the place is deathly silent. There’s no background music, instore radio, crackly Heart FM, daytime TV, or even the distant, dulcet tones of an air conditioning unit.
I’m not sure how this place makes its money because there was nothing in there that wasn’t either expensive (leather sofas, plush beds), strange (£40 bust of Elvis) or downright tacky (big hologram pictures of One Direction).
I can’t argue with the quality of the products, I just found the shop a bit odd.