Well, it's a small, intimate starting group for Monday Morning Beverages today...there'd be more of us, but if I leave it much later than midday the whole thing becomes a bit farcical.
First up is Dave, who is gearing up for an unpleasant meeting this afternoon and needs a bit of Betelgeusian courage (as opposed to the Dutch kind). Providing this, the machine in the Café of your very dreams has grown a bizarre section off to one side a bit, containing something that reminds me of a teleport in the better class of TV sci-fi series.
There's a drink in there, and it is purple and has an olive bobbing around in between the larger bubbles, so I'm going to assume it's the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster he ordered. No way I'm testing it to find out, either.
The more mundanely coffee-related sections of the Prime Percolator has also provided a single espresso for a chaser, but has prepared much more just in case Dave loses consciousness after his first drink.
The supremely elegant Green Fairy recieves a steaming Ribena, and, despite the fact it's never done this before, the coffee machine has also produced a pair of slippers so fluffy that they have earthing strips down the back to get rid of the static before it builds up to hair-raising proportions. Enjoy...
Now. This compartment at the side of the Finest Filter opens to reveal the kind of syringe I last saw in an episode of 'All Creatures Great and Small'...I think James Herriot was doing something to a horse with it.
Anyway, it's top-full of dark and lustreful espresso, and is earmarked for Mr. Porny Boy. I'm not sure where you're going to be able to fit the end of that needle, but good luck with it. There's a darkened corner over in that area of the Café, so...er, yes.
And just to make up the numbers, I'm going to roll through a carafe of Java, pull up a sofa and have a chat with you all, because business is slow and there's nothing I'd like more to be curled up watching the static coruscating across Miss Fairy's slippers, watching the tweety birds circling Dave's head as he gets further down his Gargle blaster, and trying to ignore the moaning from the darkened corner of the shop.
If anyone else wants something, I'm sure I'll be able to tear myself away. Enjoy your drinks, people.
Balls - you need a mailing list reminder or something.. I'm too busy drinking 'actual' coffee (as opposed to virtual coffee) on a Monday morning...
Good point.
Anyone else up for a Monday AM email reminder, or, more logically, shall I just knock the whole thing on the head so we can *all* get some real coffee down us?
Drat. Too late again... Monday morning email reminder would be lovely, as would as Raspberry cappuccino made with zero carb raspberry syrup and lashings of thick whipped double cream on top.
*sound of head hitting the floor*
Ccheheersshhhhh!
I'm late as well, I blame the M4 and the fact that I have been working in another room all morning. What about doing it shortly after lunch instead?
An email reminder would be fab.
An email WARNING that you don't clean the ketamine out of the syringes you picked up from the vet's bin, BEFORE serving otherwise fine espresso might be necessary. And smaller needles, for the those of us who can't hide fountain pens in our veins. I had to use the vas deferens ferchrissake.
drat, i hate being on the wrong side of the pond for coffee/cocktail hours.
but i'm sure, by batting my eyelashes, i can get stuart to hiss me out a lovely frothy espresso carioca (that's with a little dash of hot water added, a la brasileira).
see, the posh drink matches my posh shoes.