Overheard:
Chairman, as he leans to kiss Hay on the forehead: "You're my treasure and I love you."
Hay: "You smell of Cheesy Wotsits."
I've solved the Finnegan's Wake question - just dip in occasionally, anywhere, and read a few lines out aloud.
I thought my sourdough starter had died over the weekend and so bought a 35 year-old Cumbrian strain for £4.95 on eBay yesterday. However, I managed to revive mine with a bit of TLC. Hay asked whether I'd mix my old one with the Cumbrian one, but one has to keep the strains pure - you could call it sourdough eugenics. Might coin the term BNP sourdoughs.
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