After last week's practical debaclé, I finally had a good experiment. Everything went well, I got a nice product, good yield, good spectra and was out in plenty of time. Something, somewhere has gone horribly wrong.   Tonight was Christmas Dinner - basically Formal Hall only with Christmas pudding. The college kitchens haven't quite grasped the concept of stuffed turkey, since we were served turkied stuffing. A novel concept, and probably quite economical, but I don't think it'll catch on.   I also discovered why cheap white wine is to be avoided at all costs - it's because it doesn't taste very nice. My bottle had lovely overtones of battery acid with a light lemony kick to it that brought tears to the eyes. Ed Rackham didn't realise he had cracked lips until he tried it. I didn't realise I had a cut on my thumb until I spilt some on my hand. Still, alcohol is alcohol and is therefore sacred.   Today's advent calendar image: bell.
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