I’ve done it a few times. Colours pop, some mood change, but overall it’s weak and not worth it. I didn’t get negative effects, it’s just a crap mushroom experience if you can get ahold of psilocybin mushrooms.

That’s the general consensus around my friend circles, over the years. It did spawn the short lived joke, “I’m so hungry I could eat a Findus” though.

People around me stopped buying Findus not because of the scandal, but because they just didn’t taste as good once they changed their recipe.
I can’t say if it was the horsemeat, but the ready meals tasted better before. I don’t know how to word this without sounding awkward.

Adolph’s cousin, who was a big proponent of raw fruit diets.
He hated juice.

I’ve started using Dutch in 3 Months, by Hugo. Ignoring the timeframe the title gives, it seems decent because it has an app alongside it for hearing the pronunciations of each word, so you learn to speak and read essentially at the same time.

I got my book online.

When your homies join in.

Would it be more correct to say you both become a Beef Wellington?

I find that hard to believe, since I would go to India sometimes twice per year when younger (for over a decade).
In 2005 we were told to be cautious of I think cabbage containing dishes, because it was making many people sick. It was also common for milk to be sold highly pasteurised and in blue bags within the city.

I’ve also had questionable and not good food from those little backstreet fast food places whether in Atlanta, Minnesota, Arkansas, and I even had a rather average Chinese dish from near Santa Monica (which I didn’t rate well).

There’s a good chance you were in the right area for good food, but that also exists here (example: Camden Town, which has been a ‘Foodie’ destination for a while now), or the plethora of food festivals all around London.
I apologise if I gave the impression that they’re hard to find: they’re really not.

Mostly a stereotype perpetuated by cheap or hastily found dining places.
When you get fish and chips from a good place that handles fresh catches, there is considerable flavour, yet buy from the fast food place in the middle of a high street and you’ll get a soggy representation from the frozen cod.
Same situation with a good roast, or a cottage/shepherds pie, or pie and mash that isn’t just a casserole with a hat, etc.

Honestly I’ve stepped foot in 39 US States so far, and it’s a similar thing there. I just think the “British food bad” thing has stuck as humour, there’s plenty of theories about it I won’t get into but it’s just a thing I suppose.

What I’ve noticed is YouTube recommending me more obscure videos, from very small creators.

I very much appreciate whatever they’re doing, regardless of how these bigger channels are being hit by it. Yesterday I got recommended a video by an elderly woman, showing a mug warmer she bought. It was very sweet, had less than 30 views and it was a lovely contrast to the flashy, over edited videos stretching a paragraph to 10+ minutes.

Not saying the big channels are bad, I just personally like the small time channels and appreciate that YouTube has been (at least with the algorithm it has set for me) giving these small channels a shot at getting an audience.
I’ve connected with a lot of people from smaller channels, joined communities etc. yet this is much more difficult with the larger ones (in some I’ve been to, over the years, the chatrooms they set up are so huge the moderation sometimes just gives up or doesn’t even exist in any practical way).

Seems to me that these days, with a lot of issues fragmented in our society, different bands tend to focus on certain issues - although there are some exceptions, yet this is also just based off what I’ve noticed.

Bob Vylan has been making the rounds, Kendrick Lamar has also been outspoken on some injustices over the years. Lambrini Girls focus on sexism in a rather angry manner. IDLES have some songs regarding frustration with aspects of society, however they’re not as detailed in their messages yet they still provide the energy for them.
Kneecap have been speaking about the situation in Palestine in a rather political manner, and have great pride for Ireland - they sing mainly in an Irish language, however great energy for the message.

If you go a bit further you have Bloodywood, an Indian metal/hard rock band focusing on various issues (I think one of their songs talks about punching rapists in the face).

Just some off the top of my head. They’re out there for sure.

I… Still use the same tools I’ve used about two decades ago…

Jamp! Organizer, and/or MP3 Tagger. MP3 Tagger for fixing the id3 tags, and Jamp! for renaming the files in bulk how I want (artist - song, usually).

I saw a doctor in Amsterdam about it and he slid me €20 and kept saying, “I’m a real doctor”. They really do things differently in Europe!

I hope they don’t block VPN access.

Used to with friends who are no longer with us.

The folks I would do this with, hang out at a spot frequently, have either moved away or died.
It’s been very hard to get to that point again, however Cannabis communities, particularly in Amsterdam, have really been a help at socialising and making friends. I’ve made more friends there since last year than I have for several years prior.
Folks are always up for a coffee and a toke!

I ate an extra large pizza to myself yesterday…

I’m still normal weight it was just a night, however stress eating is no joke…

I have a theory that initially a lot of these works were made for a laugh, like an old timey joke picture, and over time people kept adding meaning to them.
Like someone makes a rude and crude painting of a giant cock with eyes, makes people laugh, and a few thousand years later some bloke in a trilby goes “hmm, yes, it seems these people worshipped a penis god at this point in time. Also it clearly reads a prophecy, ‘deez nuts’. Fascinating.”

I can already hear the static whenever we got a phonecall and the receiver was too close.

Back in the day I ran a small Shout cast server. Once had around 40 listeners. It made teenage me happy. In a broken voice, between tracks, I’d pretend to be a radio guy on my cheap desktop microphone (those white/grey/cream sticks, you know the ones I’m sure).
“Yo yo yo, that was a SICK beat, let’s get on down to some more funky tunes!!!”

Fun memories.

It’s the initials of me and my ex wife, with a small design around it. We got matching ones.

Never get a spouses name tattooed. I was told not to, and I should have listened. This was 13 years ago and I will be finally getting around to it this year.