Song: Time after Time, Cyndi Lauper. I remember when this came out and I was surprised by the perfection of the lyrics. But then I was 8 years old and hadn't really paid attention to pop music lyrics before. So I imprinted on this (along with Boney M, Human League and Queen) and what we might call my "musical taste" was born.
Book: World War Z; an Oral History of the Zombie War, Max Brooks. It's written as a series of interviews with survivors of a world overrun with zombies. There's some nice touches (North Korea's weird and mysterious response to zombies overrunning civilisation, and the lack of stories from "The Hero City" stand out), but essentially it's a straight zombocalypse. Or is that Zombiepocolypse? Maybe Zombie-calypso. Anyway, nothing wrong with that.
Film: Little Miss Sunshine. Everybody in it sees their hopes and dreams dashed, destroyed, or has their failures rubbed in. Or all of them. As you might imagine, it's a comedy and everyone learns something about themselves and each other by the end. Except Grandad. Why is it funny? Because the tragedies, grotesque as they are, happen to characters we care about.
Food: I seem to have been cooking variants on things I've already talked about recently. So let's note that you can make mash more exotic with such things as celeriac - half celeriac/half potato; celeriac takes longer to cook than potato so cut it smaller and/or put it in a couple of minutes earlier. Other root vegetables can work just as well.
Wild Card: As it's winter, here's how not to drive on snow:
If in doubt, stay at home!