Of growing concern is my habit of bursting into song in San Francisco . If not gasping helplessly for breath every time I reach the top of a hill, I inhale the sweet view and belt one out.
It's not the singing per se that's a worry, more my choice of material. Can you imagine the loathing that an impromptu tourist performance of 'London Calling' would attract in Hoxton? Well nine times out of ten, I'm halfway through...
"I'm goooooooing to Saaaaaaaaaaaan Fraaaaaancisco"
....before I feel the withering stares.
It's a difficult position to recover from but i've found that you can just about segue into 'Summertime' (from Porgy & Bess') if the timing's right.
Not only am I the Voice On The Street in SF, I'm also the Word On The Streets.
Yes that's right - Mike Skinner and co are very popular here and, obviously, our parallel lives mean that I can act as translator/interpreter and social commentator.
Dry your eyes, mate, there's plenty of fish in the sea.
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