Being an uncultured, knuckle-dragging troglodyte with no sense of how his own life fits into the grand scheme of history has the unexpected advantage that I can still see Shakespeare plays without knowing a priori how they are going to end. Tonight I spent a very pleasant evening sitting on the grass at the open-air theatre in Rowntree Park
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There were a few "technical difficulties" at the weekend in making the DIY clarinet produce non goose-being-eaten-by-walrus type noises (I think the mouthpiece subtly changed shape between putting it down on Thursday evening and picking it up on Friday evening). This was rectified by some sanding and re-shaping of the mouthpiece, followed by a
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Well, the sourdough experiment went okay (in as much as I didn't poison myself). The loaf rose, but it didn't really have that distinctive sourdough flavour, and (as a friend so eloquently put it) was a bit of a duck-sinker
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Some of you may remember that in February last year I was attempting to build myself an octave mandola. In the end it didn't ( go entirely to plan... )