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xenophaneanI must admit to being fairly satisfied with my rather half-arsed attempts at cooking on Day 1, and thought that this would probably be pretty easy from then on. However, I hadn't counted on the party that night.
As it would happen, neither the mini-quiches, nor the pizza slices, nor the copius quantities of free alcohol were sourced from Fife, so I spent the entire night, carefully rationing my 5 bottles of astronomically priced Fraoch, whilst the rest of the assembled guests made merry.
Partying on the Fife diet is no fun at all (except for others, who will find your self imposed misery greatly amusing).
As it would happen, neither the mini-quiches, nor the pizza slices, nor the copius quantities of free alcohol were sourced from Fife, so I spent the entire night, carefully rationing my 5 bottles of astronomically priced Fraoch, whilst the rest of the assembled guests made merry.
Partying on the Fife diet is no fun at all (except for others, who will find your self imposed misery greatly amusing).
