Last night on New Year’s Eve, sitting at the bar in our local pub with Graham the bartender serving champers… Graham: “Get a good grip. That’s it.” Me: “Like this?” “Yeah, now move it gently. Gently! That’s it, keep going. Pull it slowly.” “I hope I’m doing this right.” “Mm, you got it. Nice. I can see it…
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Read More The secret photographerThere was a young 20-some-year-old woman sitting opposite me yesterday, as I had dropped by the Luna Café at Argyle & Dovercourt. She was listening to her iPod while reading a magazine but her eyes never remained long on whatever she was reading. She kept glancing furtively at what few patrons were in the coffee…
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