On the American dive bar and Irish Carbombs

Saturday, 30 October 2010

The American equivalent of the English pub is probably the 'dive bar'.

I headed out (sober) to meet some friends on Polk Street, the more trendy, clubby bar area of San Francisco's Tenderloin, and walked into a venue full of pissed-up, halloween-costumed twenty-somethings.

Livin' in the Tenderloin

Monday, 18 October 2010

Living in San Francisco's Tenderloin district and having a bay window that looks out onto one of the city's most infamous 'cross streets' provides hours of free entertainment.
Here's a list of some of the things I've seen during my 3 weeks in San Francisco:

POP: (People Opposed to Popcorn)

Monday, 4 October 2010


Last week Walee and I went to a little arts cinema down the road.

We watched a Chinese film called A woman, a gun and a noodle shop in a tiny, 30-seater theatre. The film had no music, and the atmosphere relied heavily on the natural sound of the Chinese desert; the wind, the animal cries, the squeaking of distant cart wheels. There were 3 other people in the cinema, sat in the row behind us.
One of them, an old woman, had a bucket of popcorn.