The view across Hulme Park towards the Beetham Tower from the end of 2016 to the end of 2017 by which time it had been joined by the ever growing Deansgate Square towers. Day by day is sung by Jimmy Scott.
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Passing clouds of inconsequential observations
The view across Hulme Park towards the Beetham Tower from the end of 2016 to the end of 2017 by which time it had been joined by the ever growing Deansgate Square towers. Day by day is sung by Jimmy Scott.
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The view across Hulme Park towards the Beetham Tower in 2017 and one year later when it had been joined by the ever growing Deansgate Square towers.
Once upon a time I had the whole Internet to myself. Then I found another Duncan Moran and we exchanged emails and said “Hi” to ourselves and contemplated the existential ramifications of just being a Duncan Moran rather than the Duncan Moran. Today I do not get a look in as you cannot move for us…
I must remember to check out my acting career.
But as a father of a Haydn I was surprised to find a Duncan Moran who seems to have a Hayden…
Although probably not that significant in the big picture.
The demise of the last sourdough starter and moving house has meant that yeast has been used for baking for the last month or so. With the kitchen now full of yeasty bready goodness it was time to start a fresh starter. I chucked some flour and water in to a bowl and left it to do its thing. After a couple of days it was bubbling away nicely.

After four days I chucked (nothing was weighed or measured) half the starter, some flour, warm water and a bit of salt into a bowl at eight in the morning leaving it to do its thing with an occasional knead or stretch and fold. It was baked at six in the evening after an hour or so proving. It probably could have done with a couple more hours and the oven was probably too hot for too long but it is perfectly edible and very tasty.
