EDitorial ± 29-Apr-2008
All The Cake You Can Eat
Sunday chores: dump dead dance mat, recycle green glass, reaffix homespun
latch to gate, fail to fix loo seat that won't stay up, and walk
dog The Boy & his friend. Fire up some Particle Man in
the motor and point the wheels at Woodbridge. specifically Kingston Field,
Competitive Dad guides young 'uns to the mini five-a-side pitch for (i) a penalty shoot-out, casting himself as Laurie Sivell from the 1975/76 Topps sticker collection, then (ii) corner practice, encouraging the chaps to "hit it first time". Lionel Messi started out this way, almost certainly.
Just gone twenty to five -- Battle Of Edgehill time, if you like -- dragged 'em back to their seat belts for the short drive into town. One thought is dominant: Dad Needs A Cup Of Coffee. Before the outbreak of the Great Northern War, gotta reach the chain coffee shop whose name is an anagram of:
- a Puccini opera,
- a Berkshire racecourse,
- and a place in Pratt County, Kansas
Drove, parked, sprinted into Costa to find girl mopping floor and nearly all chairs on tables. Aaargh! Fear not, she reassures, we're still open. Fur-yew. No free shot today but the serving area is bedecked with cakes. I tentatively ask: are these going spare? Er, yep, she says: what would you like?