14 Jan 2018

How Not To Drive A Jetski, or I Should Have Learned By Now.

If it goes fast and can be driven, I’m up for it. And that’s how I found myself astride a three-seater jetski, with my 15yo daughter and a young feller sat behind. It was an ocean ride, so pretty choppy and I wouldn’t say the waves were big, but tall

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18 Jul 2016

Cooking Diary, Part 0

Many years ago I left home and thus life changed.  I rented a small room in a house, and lived happily there with two brothers as joint landlords.  It was a peaceful existence, with only a few noisy moments when the younger brother entertained his girlfriend, usually a virtuoso performance

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15 Jul 2016

Cooking Diary, Part 1

If you don’t eat, you die. That’s primarily why I eat. Of course, if the experience can be pleasurable that’s all the better, but in general I sacrifice pleasure for speed. Left to my own devices, I would purchase a fridge only to keep beer cold, and probably never construct

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