'Puma-Ann Concolor' savoured the smooth creaminess of her cappucino... the bitter-sweet warmth as it flooded her senses and trickled down her throath. The heat spread slowly down, warming her insides, dilating the blood vessels and opening the pores. Perhaps the effect had someting to do with the sun shining though the east window of the "Cafe Leonardo". But as Puma felt her whole body relax to the soft strains of 'Samba Pati', she couldn't help but give up a silent praise-be for South America the wonderous magic of the coffe bean.
She hadn't been out of the country much, and there were lots of places she would like to visit... some day. But her heart belonged here... this was where she felt safe. It was actually safe, with all the over-policing going on to 'clean' it up. Some people might say she was xenophobic, but this city was her home ground, where she was born and bred. It always felt like home, even though she didn't live in the city any more.
"Hull" !
The city that people who've never been dread, for some unfathomable reason. There used to be a saying in the olden days, "God spare us from Halifax, Hull and Hell". But apparently that was by the criminals and other no-gooders, so probably a good thing.
"Kingston-upon-Hull" ! The very same city, it gets into your lungs and keeps calling your name.
University city, sea-gate to Europe, birth place of William Wilberforce and home of the "Deep".
Like a quirky kiss, it leaves you thinking about her long after, seaching for meaning.
It buzzes with life. The compact and clever layout seamlessly joins the old and new towns, the synergy resulting in an emergence and unlikely cameraderie. Like a pot of honey to bees and flies, its museums, jazz cafes and outdoor concerts draw in the beatniks, philosophers, politicos, dock workers, sailors, yachtsmen and the other weird and the wonderful people. With the chilled out feeling of a leftist haven, it's Englands Seattle. Long before the advent of the Labout party, like a wet dream, it's heritage in the English Civil War left it's kinky mark.
Hull suited Puma-Ann perfectly at this point in her life. She had tried to escape it in her misguided youth. But like the good mother, it had called her back, and welcomed her with open arms. And she couldn't think of better city for her new hobby well.
Hull was the Happy Hunting Ground !
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