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The astute amongst you will have seen that I haven’t posted anything in sometime. Actually, you don’t need to be astute or particularly observant to realize that there has been nothing new for 18 months. Have I given up on this endeavor? Have I lost interest? No, neither. Back in the summer of 2024 I undertook something significant. It was planned, expected and it wasn’t an illness or any sort of medical procedure. One of the rules here is no personal details, so no sp

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The Pit

I fell into the pit again today. The dark, vile, oppressive pit. Its walls are slick, the bottom is nothing but sticky mud that clings to you like tar. The air is thick and hot; if it wasn't so sour you could almost chew on it. I could see it as I approached. Smell its musty acrid odor, its foul rancour. I circled it a few times. Viewing the all too familiar nemesis, willing myself away from it. I didn't willfully fall into it, I never do. There was no conscious mome

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On hiatus

The astute amongst you will have seen that I haven’t posted anything in sometime. Actually, you don’t need to be astute or particularly observant to realize that there has been nothing new for 18 months. Have I given up on this endeavor? Have I lost interest? No, neither. Back in the summer of 2024 I undertook something significant. It was planned, expected and it wasn’t an illness or any sort of medical procedure. One of the rules here is no personal details, so no sp

Nov 182 min read

Meditative

Giving the bottle a good shake, I pour some oil into the palm of my hand. The oil is warm and the sensation of slowly moving it over my hands begins to calm me. I massage my face, swirling my fingertips over my cheeks, before slowly, rubbing along my jawline and down my neck. I rinse my hands under hot water before returning the cap to the bottle and placing it back, in the cupboard. I fill the bowl with hot water, carefully placing the brush in it, giving the brush a shor

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Steak sauce

This is my adaptation of Mr. M. P. White’s steak sauce recipe. He is an exceptional British chef and a rare breed of someone who has gained multiple Michelin stars, but continues to produce unpretentious fare. He generally stays away from the limelight, with only a few TV appearances. His autobiography White Heat is on a par with Mr. Bourdain’s autobiography, and is absolutely must. Sauté 200 grams of sliced brown mushrooms. Add a good pinch of salt to ensure you cook

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Set, and published during the Cold War, this is one of the more accurate portrayals of both the Intelligence Services and the officers in the Field. The story line is complex, but precise. Allowing readers to see both sides of the same coin, spanning the East and West. It acts as a sequel to two of Le Carré's earlier works. Arguably, it has one of the best lines in modern literature. A fact that Hugh Laurie agrees to.

If you want the amoral grit, grime, and down-and-out realities of Field work during the Cold War, this book is a must. Easily one of my favorite La Carré novels, which seems to improve each time I read it.

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