I’ve never thought myself of any one subculture on Earth.
I belong nowhere although I was raised in the traditions and rituals of my birth family.
Later, my wife and I went dancing in London, discovering a new dance form called Ceroc.
We had looked up a place for West Coast Swing but found nothing close.
Rode the Tube to Hammersmith Station…
…walked a few paces to Hammersmith Town Hall…
Even had an English fellow offer me sexual favours on our way out. Not my cup of tea because, as you know, I’m celibate ‘though I love to flirt.
That’s about it, really, a Saturday night out dancing at a community activities centre, then a stop at the local market for a late night dinner. Could be anywhere on Earth.
Earlier in the day, we strolled down Portabello Street Market…
A bonus photo for science fans: