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Danse Macabre

Outside my window in the alleyway the tinny throbbing beat of old fashioned electro dance rises up into my room with a threatening vibe of the promise of a noisy night. The pipe-heads are dancing in the streets, exchanging lines and white lies, carrying stones and rocks, barefeet, some in socks and no shoes, or […]

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The City’s Table

I don’t like shopping on California, with it’s fifty dollar king crab legs and filletted cuts of meat that litter the sidewalks, that blow round the alleys, that sleep in tents, in boxes and pallets. I don’t like shopping on California for sweet potatoes and half baked ideas, while flocks of children grub amongst the […]

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The Good Ship San Francisco

I try and stay away from the comments sections on articles concerning San Francisco. You can divide the responders into three camps, the first do not live here at all and hate liberal SF and everything we stand for. The second group live here but transplanted, usually for tech jobs, from some ultra right wing […]

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Hitting the Tender-Spot

Walk out of house. Look left, look right – don’t want a fight today. Over the street looks like a safe prospect. I am standing right outside my place of abode. I turn left, as I do a middle age man approaches the same crossing. No mask, looks sketchy: we hang back. The other side […]

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