:: Caffeine Kicks ::

Life in the office would be perfect at the moment, but for one thing. Blue skies, sunny day, seat next to the open window might appear to add up to a favourable working environment, but the dodgy cleaners have broken/stolen my cafetière. As a result, I'm now having to use a tea infuser to brew my morning cup of Skybury-blend coffee. Whilst the result is considerably more palatable than the instant shite deemed fit for consumption by us minions, I find it a little insipid and grainy. So, for the time being I shall be keeping my delicious UCR Organic Ethiopia Yirgacheffe at home whilst I attempt to rectify the coffee hardware situation.

Whilst on the subject of conspicuous consumption, I phoned my mother on tips for cooking a large joint of lamb for Sunday, when I shall be filling the house with hungry thesps and culinary goodness. She recommends inserting slivers of garlic into the skin side before covering and roasting at a high temperature for half the time. Then the foil is removed and the oven turned down for the remainder. Apart from the traditional accompaniment, I shall be providing a selection of roasted vegetables, braised leeks with butter and white wine and Shrewsbury Sauce. If I get time, I'll also buy some lovely chocolates from my fabulous local sweetshop.

Unable to extricate my thoughts from the realm of gourmandise... having won last month's OFM best newcomer award, it seems that the lovely Leon is set to expand, with a new, larger branch near Ludgate circus! I foresee a good few pre-prandial saunters down Farringdon Street when this comes to pass...

Other news? Not that much to report really, although many of my evenings now seem mysteriously vacant (could that be a hint, Tigger?) and I have rather more time to surf for amusing shite. Anyone who has been bugged by phone sales staff in Mumbai may well have heard of (and tried to register with) the Telephone Preference Service; however, in a parallel universe, someone has invented the God botherer preference service, a perfect antidote to JWs. My response to religious nutters during Holy Week is to wear this from the lovely chaps at threadless:

And proving their up-to-the minute topicality, I realise that they have a garment available with the caption My Mom Likes Maiden, just as the seminal Brit-rockers are announced as headliners at Reading & Leeds.

Question of the week (alternative to b3ta's crap one) must be What's the point of 3G?. Just as I'm about to get a new phone, I realise that the extra function I use most is the built-in FM radio, available on an ever dwindling number of handsets. Do I want to check emails on the go? Probably. Will I pay to watch premmiership goals? Fuck Off! And I still have yet to be convinced of the value of being able to photograph drunken scenes at closing time, at poor resolution. Any thoughts, peeps? Even Orange's Consumer Press Officer has had a difficult time persuading me...

And finally, the obligatory list of search terms, through which weary net-wanderers have stumbled here:
  • morten harket bread
  • "what was in the mystery envelope"
  • "sleeping becks" national portrait gallery"
  • Brezhnev + Honecker + pics
  • hellovetica
  • instruction "flat-packed" furniture Ikea humor
  • Vassily Sigarev
  • "Capezzoli di Venere" recipe
  • vecherinka lyrics
  • on-a-Space-hopper sex

That's it, I'm off to get run over by a granny buggy...