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Cafetiere. Mug. Cafetiere. Mug. Cafetiere Mug. Cafetiere Mug. That’s brilliant!
So it’s a cafetiere that’s also a mug. How did I live without this device before? Its sleek grey curves, its comforting grip, its warmth retaining double-walled design, its ease of use? And after the first test, well: not too grainy, retains heat well, and such convenience! The perfect one-stop solution to your caffeine needs!
And on the subject of caffeine, I went to see Mr Henry Rollins the other night, which was most happiness inducing, and featured several anecdotes on the consciousness-raising properties of Lebanese coffee, amongst other things. “I am the knower of all things” indeed. But the real happiness, I think, didn’t come because the act was funny, which it was, or particularly sophisticated, but because it was almost entirely and unapologetically based around stuff the Rollins likes doing that he wants to enthuse about. Like this benefit show for Ruts guitarist Paul Fox. And I don’t know about anyone else but I have a lot of goodwill for someone prepared to focus their show on how great it is to visit Syria and how cool the Iranian people he met are. It’s not like any of that is really news it’s just… I don’t know, optimism producing to have it put so up front and centre from someone who’s in a position to travel to these places and spread the word that, yes, people from different cultures are regular human beings just like the rest of us…
And let’s see, the next day I had a good chat with the guy in the local second-hand music store (while looking for a cd by the above-mentioned Ruts), always good to get a bit of human contact, and picked up a cheap copy of The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp. Which I can now watch. That’s almost a 24 hour burst of Gives Me a Happy. Pretty good going I reckon. |
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