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[rebness]

So I'm walking through Liverpool city centre with three lads around my age as the sun sets on a beautiful Saturday. The following conversation happens:

Friend #1: Where should we go to, then? Alma de Cuba? Revolution? The Tea Factory?
Friend #2: Oh, yeah! I could really do with a pot of Assam tea.
Becky: The hell?
Friend #1: I'm getting Earl Grey.
Friend 3#: English Breakfast.

And all I could think was, I hope they have mint tea there.

I was far too excited at my pot of tea. I enjoyed the following dinner party too much. I enjoyed talking about mortgages and science and Japanese lessons. I don't recall exactly when the spectre of middle-class, middle-age values started creeping up on my social group, but it's rather alarming that I'm grateful to be able to cast off the clubbing for wine-tasting and parlour music. It's so much more civilised, sweetie darling.

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[rebness.livejournal.com]

Ooh, God! It did, Ang! And I was so thrilled (especially at the Giacomo thing) and I keep meaning to e-mail you with thanks and I'm hunting for you on MSN and you're not there and I love you <3

[pandorasblog]

We're like Romeo and Juliet! Tragic star-crossed internet lovers who seem destined never to occupy the same virtual space at the same time! *wails*

Tell you what! I'll try and hang around online a bit longer tonight, say til ten. I've been on in the evenings a fair bit this week anyway, owing to having found lots of cool Lego sites. I can show you the delights of Castle Lego! *maniacal gleam*