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Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.Let us go hence together without fear;Keep silence now, for singing-time is over,And over all old things and all things dear.She loves not you nor me as all we love her.Yea, though we sang as angels in her ear,She would not hear. Algernon Charles Swinburne, “A

Black As Midnight On a Moonless Night: A Coffee Lover’s Manifesto

Originally posted on Strider's Table:
One of the most nostalgic 80’s songs and music videos for me is Squeeze’s “Black Coffee in Bed”, but it doesn’t make me think of the 80’s, because the first time I saw the video and heard the song was in the late 90’s. I had just started college,…

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When I first started Strider’s Table it was intended to be a blog for “Recipes and Reviews of Pub Grub & Brews” but I never got it off the ground, and now I can’t write reviews of pubs, inns, and taverns like I wanted to originally due to the current plague. But I’ve also always