A return to London has brought with it the return of hangovers, but I don’t mind the ones that come from drinking beers on the street with people spilling out of a little exhibition before moving onto the local pub and speaking about all manner of things, from the alienation of technology to New York media and the Dimes Square cultural commentary. Therefore, a short but sweet cold noodle dish from the original recipe-not-recipe writer: my mother. Something for those hot summer days.
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