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Old fashioned

My tall, dark and handsome* friend Don and I went out for dinner to Sarti on Wellington Street last night. He had a delicious steak that came with veg and mash, which he left, being a recent (and unnecessarily so) … Continue reading

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Block party

Text messages can be incredibly intrusive. Especially when one is reading oneself to sleep about the ‘pillars’ of the EU, or enjoying a potato waffle with fried egg. When you’re feeling a bit under par you do not want any … Continue reading

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