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Ice on the car this morning. According to the IPCC I’m supposed to be living in one of the later Mad Max films, not Fargo.
Bit of an experiment tonight. I tired to imagine what Moroccan influenced pasta might look like. I think it worked pretty well - there’s the core of a good dish here.
I don’t know if I like intermissions. A break is often welcome, but I’d rather it was on my terms (and timing).
The Lennox Street bridge underpass is an example of the old local government planning proverb: revenge is a dish best served via permanent signage.


It retrospect I should have recognised this as a warning about the quality of the takeaway pizza I’d just ordered.