When I, once-or-twice, attended my brick-university, there was this place called the grease-pit; where you could eat anything fried.

All I really remember about it is that they made the best ever easy-over eggs and a quote on the wall from the Naked Lunch. It was on-canvas, in oils, created by a proper art student and covered in a thin film of fat.

It was the, clarity on the end a the fork, quote [for, despite what everyone pretends, nobody has ever read that book]. Tonight that art-work/quote came flashing back to me.

I decided to add a wee-bit-more functionality to the solitaire thingee. My additions had caused a rippling-through-chaos-effect. The thing thralled.

But the additions worked, in their own way, during the process, I don't want to lose them. Perhaps a fork? This is a job for: version control; I hadn't committed.

The Hg documenation seems a bit vague...oh, branch, or clone?, still...? I can't use the it! Can I? When will I ever learn!?

I can't see what's at the end of my fork clearly.