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hours

Listening to David Bowie's "Hours...". It's, um, yes, good. It's quite listenable-to, but most of the tracks seem a little over-smooth somehow.

The only track that stands out is "The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell". Beyond that it's not a patch on "Earthling". (Hmm. Now I know what to listen to next.)

I haven't listened to it for a while. Last time I listened to it while playing Doom, which caused some problems when I got stuck on a level where it kept playing the short, repetitive track "Brilliant Adventure" over and over again. And again. And again. I skip that track now.

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chocolate

Sara's mum (well, my mother-in-law, I suppose, although I still have difficulty thinking of having in-laws) sent us Easter baskets. Mine arrived this morning. Much chocolate excitement.

I don't crave American chocolate, but it's nice to have every so often. I now have a store of Dove Promises, Nestle Turtles, bubblegum eggs, sour candy cane things, After Eight mints (which mercifully seem to taste as good in the US as they do over here) and a huge solid chocolate Hershey Rabbit.

Mmmm... rabbit.

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don't drink and write

I've been meaning to put this online for a while now. Years, actually.

Done now. I present to you "an unfortunate experiment: lab notes from under the table".

It's basically a drunken investigation of all the booze I found in the flat I was in during my fourth year at university. Students, eh?

Probably of more interest to the people who were around at the time, but who knows?

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