Lately, I’ve been rediscovering the little-known delights of Marmite, a vestige of colonial cuisine. Americans never get it, but then, Texan-style, they always use too much of it. The trick is in being subtle. Spread out the ecstasy thinly…

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I’ve sent out this year’s X-mas special, but won’t be putting it up here yet. Feedback would be good, I suppose. Personally, I think it’s a disaster, cuz I can’t really see anything seasonal about it other than a passing mention of mistletoe and casual blasphemy of two key figures of early Christianity. Oh dear.

Also, I’ll be away horsebackriding tomorrow, so you guys get spared another day of senseless blogging. Wish me luck. However, the next guy who offers “break a leg, man” will have very nasty things happen to him. So there.

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