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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.

Comments

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

There was whisky in your tea, wasn't there.

[avariecaita.livejournal.com]

Can I go clubbing and wine-tasting and still be civilised *mwah mwah*?

To add to the discussion: I like cabernet-sauvignon. All the time. And merlot (sex wine). Because I'm a h0r for the red. New Zealand actually has some GREAT white wines this year :D

[tsaress.livejournal.com]

LMAO classic convo

[ladydaydream.livejournal.com]

So my dastardly subliminal messages have worked then?

Drink the tea...drink the tea...have a cuppa...have a cuppa

Now the tea I can understand but you *enjoyed* talking about mortgages???

Talking of tea, I found this article quite funny:

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/cff66d72-4a2d-11db-8738-0000779e2340.html

Could be just me though!

[pandorasblog]

Tea is good. :D I love the idea of a tea factory; it sounds like such a serene and excellent place to visit and to quaff tea in. (I think everyone should make sure they do things in a manner that sounds olde-worldy, even if that means they 'quaff' Tizer or their McDonalds McSlurry... McFlurry... whatever the milkshakes are called.)

Btw, did my parcel ever turn up with you?