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Wednesday, 15 December 2010

devil's in the detail

I grew up on Becker St, no pastoral idyll, a rich infusion of concrete, tar and carbon monoxide my daily bread.

Neighbourly fights and flushing toilets -- Flushing Meadows? -- occasionally punctuated the monotony, and only with dope might some drunken swaggard in a surreal tone call game, set and match.

I preferred it when he called deuce.