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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.
Sticking an AirTag on my Kindle just saved me again. If it wasn’t for this I’d have lost it many times by now.
In one of the University College Cork buildings they have a Mac (the same model that my Dad bought for our family and that I used as a kid) on display in a glass case, like it’s some sort of early hominid tool. I’ve rarely felt so old.