Experimental cous cous

More achieving day, largely because I have to go out to do stuf: to the SW1 studio for the Passport show, live performers of the day being a klezmer band, who, it appears, I saw at a party about five years ago. Good stuff, too.

To the deli for cappucino, then home, where I mix today’s session (though it more or less mixes itself – very clean) and also do some other things that I ought to have out of the way.

I cook dinner, which turns out to be an experimental cous cous things. Experimental cous cous – a phrase that should justifiably strike fear into the human heart.