That if ever you've finished your chips/crisps/pita/other-some-such-dipping-victual before you've finished your hummus/guacamole/salsa/other-some-such-dip, it is important to use your fingers to scrape that last tasty bit out of the bowl/ramekin/other-some-such-dipping-vessel.
In fact, it's imperative.
Anyone who tells you different is in league with The Man.
27 June 2007
the relativity of time
June has flown by in a gallimaufry of torrential rain, ubiquitous fog and fleeting sunshine. There was quite a bit of damp, cold and wet involved as well. And it's not quite over yet. Who knows what the next three days of the month have to offer?
Not I.
I do know that there are a stack of unpayable bills sitting to the left of me. To my right is a cup of lapsang souchong. There are other things scattered about as well, but they don't grab my attention as much.
Except one thing. There's a large, unopened bottle of ale on my desk. Sometimes I look up from the screen and ponder it. The lapsong makes me smile, but not as much as the bottle of ale.
Where has June gone?
Not I.
I do know that there are a stack of unpayable bills sitting to the left of me. To my right is a cup of lapsang souchong. There are other things scattered about as well, but they don't grab my attention as much.
Except one thing. There's a large, unopened bottle of ale on my desk. Sometimes I look up from the screen and ponder it. The lapsong makes me smile, but not as much as the bottle of ale.
Where has June gone?
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