No way José


When asked for a dance

I declined and turned and fled;

hoping against hope.


by Scooj.


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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

2 thoughts on “No way José”

  1. There was a double meaning here.

    The first was that I was thinking about the poor souls whose lives had been turned upside down by hurricane Irma, and were preparing for Jose following on. Dancing with a hurricane.

    The second was about my uncle, whose 80th birthday we were celebrating, and both he and I share an aversion to dancing – his is a lifelong thing, mine has gathered pace as I have matured – I used to love dancing as a student, but have become increasingly self-conscious. When the dance music comes on, I leave the room and find something else to do. I’m actually a good dancer, but keep it under wraps, only letting loose when I am home alone.


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