Jamaican Coffee Talk

Archive for April, 2010

Different regions and countries in the world have different cultures, cuisines and traditions. This is obvious, well known and often reflected in the purchasing choices people make; people buy anything from steel to coffee to electronics from different places because of quality, price and necessity. But when it comes to marijuana and cannabis seeds, people often forget that country of origin makes a difference. We have a look at some of the most famous areas of the world for cannabis use and production.

Acapulco

Most people in the world have heard of Acapulco Gold, though some don’t know exactly what it is or think it’s a precious metal. Acapulco Gold is actually a strain of cannabis known for its potency as compared to other varieties. Originally only from the area around Acapulco, this marijuana strain started out being called “Gold” because of the yellow/golden colour of its leaves. However, the quality and premium nature of the marijuana it produces lead to a high price, and the “Gold” moniker came to represent this high class nature rather than the colour. The higher than normal level of THC (the main psychoactive substance in cannabis) in Acapulco Gold has made seeds from this marijuana strain a hot commodity.

America

You wouldn’t think that America, with its bizarre categorisation of marijuana and hard line views on the drug, would be a good place for cannabis. But you’d be wrong. One part of California in particular is famous for being the pot capital of the US. An area called the Emerald Triangle in northern California is the country’s largest area of cannabis production. It started as a cottage industry, where anyone with a few marijuana seeds and a garden had a small stash for themselves and perhaps a little money on the side. Today the industry has become much more commercial (though still illegal) and has spread across this part of California. The Emerald Triangle is perfect for the purpose because of the mild climate and vast stretches of secluded landscape for growing away from prying eyes.

Jamaica

Jamaica has a long history with marijuana dating back over 150 years. The island is often associated with ganja (cannabis) thanks to connections with Rastafarianism and famous proponents of marijuana use such as Bob Marley and the Wailers. While cannabis use isn’t as endemic as popular culture might have you believe (it is technically illegal in the country), it is a definite part of the country’s culture, and often a component of Rastafarian rituals and religious practices. Those who follow the religion see marijuana as a powerful substance that opens people’s minds and aids meditation, and Rastafarianism champions ganja use over the consumption of alcohol or use of other drugs.

These are just three areas of the world that have strong links to marijuana and where planting marijuana seeds is an alternative to planting other crops for cash or personal use. However, there are many more, with many new strains of varying potency being developed every year.

Robert Kane
http://www.articlesbase.com/travel-articles/the-best-places-for-cannabis-in-the-world-804743.html

DATELINE: BOSTON; BROOKLINE; CAMBRIDGE; JAMAICA PLAIN; NEWTON CENTRE; SOMERVILLE AND WEST ROXBURY, MA…

J.P. Licks, the homemade ice cream café with eight shops in and around Boston, has recently donated $1,300 in proceeds from a Veterans Day promotion to the New England Shelter for Homeless Veterans (NESHV) in Boston.

In remembrance and support of veterans on Veterans’ Day, J.P. Licks offered patrons at each of their stores a cup of coffee for $1, which was then donated to NESHV.

“We wanted to honor and give back to those who have served us and our country. This the first time we have run this promotion and we’re very pleased with its success,” noted Vince Petryk, founder of J.P. Licks. “We will be looking into doing a similar promotion to support the troops next year.”

Stephen Cunniff, Director of Community Affairs at NESHV noted, “We appreciate J.P. Licks’ support and friendship.”

The NESHV is located at 17 Court Street in Boston. For more information, visit neshv.org. Visit jplicks.com for store locations and hours.

Best of Boston and Beyond

For more than 25 years, J.P. Licks has been serving homemade ice cream and other specialties in their eight Kosher-certified shops in and around Boston. Locally owned and operated, J.P. Licks has won many awards over the years for their intensely-flavored homemade ice cream and frozen yogurt. Most recently, J.P. Licks was named “Best of Boston” and “Best Location – Jamaica Plain” by Boston Magazine and also made WBZ’s “A-List” for the second year in a row. Known for their high quality, scrumptious treats and their knack for “treating people right”, J.P. Licks was named Greater Boston Chamber of Commerce’s “Small Business of the Year”.

In addition to their frozen creations, J.P. Licks roasts their own fair trade and organic coffee beans on-site at their Jamaica Plain store, which ensures the best and the freshest, full-bodied cup of coffee around. Decadent hand-packed ice cream cakes as well as breakfast & ice cream sundae catering are also available.

Visit the website at jplicks.com for more information.

Steve Dubin
http://www.articlesbase.com/food-and-beverage-articles/jp-licks-donates-proceeds-from-veterans-day-promotion-to-701754.html

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3. Dinosaur Encounter
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6. Buddha
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7. Rain At The Seaside
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8. Driving West
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9. Boscombe Shopping
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11. Lovers Of Last Century
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12. Chill-Out Call
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13. Mountain Air Chill
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14. Ambient Beat
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My roomate bought me some Jamaican Blue Mountain for my birthday and oh my god it was an experience in iteself….from my $12 Mr. Coffee!

I’m going to begin sampling coffee from different regions, I just bought a bag from beans collected in Kenya and it’s great!

So, what do I replace my Mr. Coffee coffee maker with? A french press perhaps?

Any store you recommend I buy my coffee from -that has a large selection. I went to ‘Whole Foods’ and was not impressed with the selection.

Thanks for your input!

Get a French Press – it stays truest to the flavor of the bean. In professional tastings, you taste the beans dry and crunchy and use a French Press. BTW in coffee tastings, like wine tastings – it is optional to swallow. It is nice to get maybe half a dozen coffees and try them out. Make it a party.

Buy whole beans and a grinder. That is one big way to get full flavor. Throw the coffee out after an hour. It starts to lose its body and flavor.

Whole Foods will not have the best selection – I would go online. Some big cities have independent coffee roasters (not as much now as in the 90s I might think) but the fresher the roast the better the flavor.

You want to be aware of the grade of beans and what country and plantation the beans come from. For a coffee tasting you want to stick with (if possible!) a single plantation per cup (or at least country), so you can compare and contrast. Central American beans tend to be more acidic and bright, Indonesian beans are earthier and fuller in flavor, etc. How dark coffee is roasted makes a difference in the char factor, but you want to stay with a medium roast for discerning regional flavors.

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Thanks to new inspiration, this is my new post on annoying people. (Again, sorry it takes a million years to read, trust me, it took a million years to TYPE!!)
By the way, most of my posts are from GetAmused.com

“Hi-lite” your shoes. Tell people that you haven’t lost your shoes since you did this.

Agree to organize the company Christmas party. Hold it at McDonald’s Playland. Charge everyone $15 each.

Ask people what gender they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer.

Arrive at a meeting late, say you’re sorry, but you didn’t have time for lunch, and you’re going to be nibbling during the meeting. During the meeting eat entire raw potatoes.

Attach a sign that says "FAX" to the paper shredder. Sit and watch to see how many people fall for it.

Bring in dishes that you tried to cook but didn’t turn out quite right as special treats for your co-workers.

Change the message on the company voice mail system. Get “Creative”.

Compose all your e-mail in rhyming couplets.

DARE: Run three laps around the office at top speed

DARE: Ignore the first three people who say “Good Morning” to you

DARE: Skipping is better than walking

DARE: After every sentence, say “Mon” in a really bad Jamaican accent – “Thank you, Mon”

Decorate your office with pictures of Cindy Brady and Danny Partridge. Try to pass them off as your children.

Determine how many cups of coffee is “too many.”

Develop an unnatural fear of staplers.

Email your boss the message: I know what you did last vacation.

Encourage your colleagues to join you in a little synchronized chair dancing.

Erect a shrine to your favorite sports team, holding candlelight vigils at 10:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. daily.

Every time someone asks you to do something, ask them if they want fries with that.

Every five minutes, announce (very loudly) that you have to go to the bathroom

Find out where your boss shops and buy exactly the same outfits. Always wear them one day after your boss does. (This is especially effective if your boss is a different gender than you are.)

For a relaxing break, get away from it all with a mask and snorkel in the fish tank. If no one notices, take out your snorkel and see how many you can catch in your mouth.

Hang mistletoe over your desk.

Insist that your e-mail address be: “zena_goddess_of_fire@companyname.com” (or “thor_god_of_thunder@companyname.com”)

Install a set of buttons and lights in the arm of your chair. Talk into your daytimer.

Make a roof over your cubical out of old soda cans.

Make up nicknames for all your coworkers and refer to them only by these names. “That’s a good point Sparky.” “No I’m sorry I’m going to have to disagree with you there, Chachi.”

Name all your pens and insist that meetings can’t begin until they’re all present.

Come to work in your pajamas.

No matter what anyone asks you, reply “Okay.”

Page your co-workers to call their extensions so they call themselves.

Page yourself over the intercom. (Don’t disguise your voice.)

Put a chair facing a printer, sit there all day and tell people you’re waiting for your document.

Put decaf in the coffeemaker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.

Put your garbage can on your desk. Label it “IN.”

Schedule meetings for 4:14 pm.

Send e-mail messages saying free pizza, free donuts etc… in the lunchroom, when people complain that there was none… Just lean back, pat your stomach, and say, “Oh you’ve got to be faster than that.”

Send email to the rest of the company telling them what you’re doing. For example "If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the bathroom."

Send email to yourself engaging yourself in an intelligent debate about the direction of one of your company’s products. Forward the mail to a co-worker and ask her to settle the disagreement.

Send emails one word (or a few) at a time. end each one with something like, "more to come tuned to your inbox for further developments…"

Suggest that beer be put in the soda machine.

Talk to your mouse as if it is a C.B. radio.

Wait until a co-worker goes on vacation, then relocate everything they have in their office, and move someone else in their place. When they get back act like nothing has changed since they left.

When an a person tells you that they’ll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice: "And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?"

When in conversation, no matter where you are in the office, mutter, “I think my phone is ringing” and leave. Go get a coffee.

When IT support sends you an e-mail with high importance, delete it at once.

Whenever anyone comes in your cubicle insist they knock or don’t speak with them. When they knock, ignore them.

While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.

While sitting at your desk, soak your fingers in “Palmolive”.

Kitty just to let you know your Boss is reading this and is now giving serious consideration to explaining to you the benefit of gainful well paid employment, or, the alternative you may have to face . . . and do stop bobbing your head whilst reading this advice. Now say after me, " Who is a pretty girl then ! "

BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

Chapter 1
Wow, that was some story thought Joan as she placed the paperback onto the coffee
table. The novel, Chick Lit, was not really intended for her age group, mid sixties, but she’d thoroughly enjoyed it, and why not? The elderly were just teenagers in old skin.
Joan sat back on the shiny, leather sofa and sipped her coffee. Sparked off by the contents of the book, she reflected on the fifty years she deemed wasted on two dead leg husbands.
Jeez, that’s half a century! The first, fat, flawed and futile, the second and current one, well, yes, the second and current one…
She lit a cigarette, drew heavily on it and made her mind up there and then that she was going to get a life, not just any old life, a young life, a sort of Chick Lit life, a life she’d missed out on all those years ago. Three kids before ones twenty first birthday had been far from a good starting point. Joan hadn’t been in love with him but a sexual ‘experiment’ had led to an unwanted pregnancy and society at that time made sure there were to be no single mothers. A man-child for a so called husband and an even worse mother-in-law, the type you could gladly drop into an acid bath so all trace had gone, well except for dentures.
She glanced at the calendar and pondered on a date from when her new life should begin.
But where to begin? Botox, Crystal-blast, Face-lift? I need something. It’s ok to think chick but when your skin thinks hen…there’s more lines on it than a Rhode Island road map.
Dvorak’s Humoresque belted out from the phone and penetrated Joan’s thoughts. ‘Help the aged,’ she answered.
‘Hi, it’s me.’
‘Jules! I was going to ring you but I thought you’d still be zedding it. How’d it go?’ Joan perked up at the sound of her best friend’s voice, and then realised, that her voice sounded wary.
‘You’re not going to like this Joan, are you sitting comfortably?’
For Jules to say that, the news had to be big. Joan leant against the arm of a chair.
‘Go on, what happened?’
‘She’s blonde, tubby… and wait for it…about twenty five years old.’
Joan was silent for a moment. So it was true beyond a doubt, Pete had a bit on the side. She slid down the arm of the chair to the seat. Maybe Jules had seen the evidence, but Joan herself hadn’t.
‘Get her address?’
‘Yeah, rough district, look, I’ll come across and we can chat at length. Ok?’
Joan replaced the receiver and went to the drinks cabinet. At least she’s fat. She mused.
Selecting the most expensive red, she uncorked it and poured a large, no, a very large glass. Her friend liked red too, as she always said, ‘at our age it’s good for the old arteries.’
Jules arrived in her brand new Smart car; it had made a good disguise the previous evening for tracking Peter, Joan’s husband.
‘I suspected some time ago he was playing around Jules, although, really I can’t imagine who’d fancy a clapped out eighty two year old. He’s recently invested in some new Y-fronts too, what sort of woman shags a man who wears Y-Fronts? The mind boggles.’
The second bottle of red was having a pleasant couldn’t-care-less attitude on Joan’s grey matter. She giggled along with Jules imagining Pete getting his leg over.
‘Perhaps he makes a better sugar-granddaddy than a sugar-daddy,’ she laughed.
For all the mirth, Jules could see a deep sadness behind her friend’s eyes. Pals from school days they’d stuck together over the years. They’d become more like sisters than their own sisters.
‘This isn’t the first woman Pete’s shagged but this time I want facts, enough’s enough. besides, this new sex-on-legs-cow’s had a profound effect on him.’
Basically a kind person, in recent years he’d become retaliative, sarcastic and decidedly cold in his manner towards her.
‘In the early years my ‘fiery’ nature turned him on and he even admitted that to this end he sometimes goaded me! What really bugs me as well, he used to love the way I flounced off when we rowed, he loved watching my long, dark hair swinging about. Now, he says I’m aggressive or I need anger therapy, cheeky sod, he obviously thinks silver hair isn’t good enough for him. Jeez, he doesn’t even have looks. Mind you, he has some charm and a good sense of humour.’
‘Joan, you’re getting morose, have another glass.’ Jules uncorked another bottle.
‘The only saving grace in all this is that he’s fifteen years older then you.’
‘And?’
‘Well, odds are that he’ll die before you.’
Joan held her head back and laughed, it was a long drawn out belly-laugh.
‘Don’t make me laugh; he’s like a fucking robot. Do you know the only thing wrong with him is that he’s got a corn?’ She laughed out loud again then gulped her wine. She became morose again. ‘Do you know what the experts say in the scientific world? They say if one is fit by the age of eighty, there’s no reason, as to why one won’t reach ninety.’ She began to sob. ‘I can’t go another shite decade with him’
‘The booze is making you miserable Joan. You know, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, being a widow. Ones income’s halved for starters.’
‘You’re right, I’m always bloody moaning, aren’t I? The only thing is, in ten years time, I don’t want to be sitting here wishing I’d got a life, and just crocheting antimacassars. Anyway what do you think of this idea?’ Joan lit yet another fag.
‘Let’s have a bite to eat and a nice black coffee first, don’t forget I have to drive home.’
‘Good idea.’ She glanced at the clock, ‘Pete’ll be at least another hour yet.’
Whilst they both tucked in to ham sandwiches and sipped black coffee, Joan explained a few ideas she’d come up with to enhance both hers and Jules’ lives. Her friend listened intently, eyes widening from time to time.
‘I’ll get back home now and I promise that I’ll have a good think about what we’ve discussed.’
The two women bade their goodbyes and Jules drove off, back to her bungalow a few miles away.
Joan tidied up the lounge then washed the dishes. She liked everything to be neat and tidy. The bungalow was a new build when they had bought it. Three bedrooms, a large lounge, the kitchen wasn’t small either. The gardens front, back and side were extensive and over the years the many plants and shrubs they had planted together now gave the garden a colourful, mature look. Joan’s favourite spot was where the swing seat was positioned. Under a pagoda, covered with purple and white Clematis, it gave shelter from the hottest sun and a peaceful haven away from neighbours prying eyes. She was proud of her achievements for someone stemming from a childhood of poverty; you’ve not done bad lass. She often told herself.
She heard Pete coming in after his visit to his daughter’s, well, after his night of passion rather.
‘Hi,’ she greeted him all smiles.
‘Hi,’ was his response.
‘Have a nice evening?’ She continued dusting the furniture, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
‘Oh, it was ok, she wasn’t well enough to make us a meal so I went out for a take-away.’
Oh, yeah, a blonde-tubby-about-twenty-five-year-old one, she wanted to say but desisted.
‘When she feels better, she wants me to take her to her old school friend’s for a weekend, she lives in Newcastle.’
‘That’ll be nice for you both,’ said with just a tad of sarcasm.
‘You don’t mind, do you?’ Pete side glanced at Joan and waited for her reaction.
‘Who? Me? I’ve never restricted your movements, of course I don’t mind.’
Great stuff, she thought, now my plans can come into being, how could he moan about me travelling now? Ha. She laughed to herself, some men are so stupid.
Pete went off into his study, no doubt reliving the night of passion he’d had with his lover and dreaming about the forthcoming weekend with the slag. Joan continued with the housework whilst plotting her new life, well, he was being economical with the truth and what’s good enough for the goose is good enough for the gander, but in this case surely that should be what’s good enough for the gander is good enough for the goose. Who wrote these proverbs?
Dvorak’s Humoresque rang out. ‘Orphaned widows,’ she answered.
It was her friend Mo, crying down the phone, should she get a divorce from her lying, cheating husband. Jeez, that’s all I need. Why can’t others deal with their own nightmares? I’ve got plenty of my own to be going on with thanks.
Mo’d found a packet of condoms again in the pocket of his best suit.
Think yourself lucky he’s got the sense to use ‘em, she wanted to say but thought it too cruel.
The husband in question was six feet four, drop-dead-gorgeous and had women just drooling and dropping at his feet. Joan had wondered how long it’d be before he strayed when he took Mo to the registrars…well, it was her third marriage, (church was out of the question) but at least the ceremonies had been that close together, Joan had been able to wear the same outfit for each one.
‘Best not to worry Mo, why don’t you go out and go mad with his credit card.? That’s good therapy.’
‘You’re right Joan; I’ve seen a gorgeous leather coat and boots I like.’
‘Good, hurt his pocket. I’ll see you next week then.’
Joan replaced the receiver. Women just can’t win. Here’s an ugly old fool shagging around and there’s a handsome young fool doing the very same. Or was it the women? Why do women shag others husbands?
Sex with Pete that night was as boring as ever even though she suspected he was practicing various methods to try when screwing his tart.
Besides Joan had other things on her mind, she had dinner to cook tomorrow for four friends…vegetarian friends. What the hell can I make? Pete turned her over.
Perhaps a Soya spag bol could be the answer. Where to get Soya though? Pete’s hand was wandering. I could get some humus and tortillas, yes, that’d be nice as a starter.
Pete was reaching his climax now. Jeez, planning dinner for four is damned harder than having sex.
The following evening, Joan served up the spaghetti bolognaise. It had been simple to make and she was most impressed with the taste of the Soya meat.
Pete poured out the wine for their friends. Joan had a head start on the others; she’d partaken of a few glasses whilst preparing dinner.
The strange mixture of characters seated themselves at the table. Sebastian and wife Isabel, not their real names but they liked the sound of them. Both retired civil servants they were quite boring and staid.
Joan had thought long ago that their real names were probably Cyril and Ethel or the likes.
John and Anne, real names, he was great fun and an extravert, how he came to be married to her was always a mystery to Joan. He was still quite shaggable. John was a lawyer; she was a barmaid when they met. She sure knew what she was doing having got pregnant a couple of weeks later. They had more money than sense. Nevertheless, they were good fun and Joan liked them both, she sat with her guests. ‘Help yourselves to Parmesan and get stuck in.’
‘So, what are your plans for this summer, each and all?’ asked John.
‘Jules and me are going for a month to a nudist complex in Jamaica,’ she blurted out.
The others didn’t know whether to believe her and reacted with guffaws.
‘I’m serious. Then we plan on going to Bali for a further month, lots of nightlife there apparently.’
‘I’ve always wanted to try nudism,’ offered Sebastian.
‘You’ve never mentioned that.’ Isabel looked horrified.
Joan viewed Seb from the corner of her eye, hmm, more to him than he lets on. Dark Horse, eh?
‘When was all this arranged then?’ Pete’s eyes flared.
Oh here we go; there’ll be a few days of sulky silence now, the cheeky two-timing bastard, don’t get mad…get everything Joan, she smiled back at him. ‘Oh, it’s not been arranged yet, me and Jules were just talking about it, when you were at your…’
‘I would never go anywhere without John.’ Anne butted in.
Joan sipped her wine and eyed up John this time, I bet you wouldn’t, now if my husband was as gorgeous as him…..’More garlic bread anyone?’
‘Why don’t we all go to Jamaica?’ John took the proffered bread. ‘Sounds great fun.’
Joan bit into a chunk of bread, yeah, right; your wife’d look gorgeous nude….not.
Anne was at least eighteen stones but only five feet two. She’d had a weight problem as long as Joan could think back, well a stuffing-your-face-with-food problem more like.
She had a copycat problem too, constantly clocking the clothes Joan wore and racing down to the shops to buy duplicates. This amused Joan greatly and took it as a compliment. Sometimes and just for devilment, she would tell Anne a different shop to where she’d bought her clobber and watch her friend’s frustration when she couldn’t find replicas. Even if she did, there was no way they ever looked as good on her as on the five feet ten, slender Joan.
‘I need a facelift or something before I travel, either of you tried that crystal-blasting treatment?’
Anne looked indignant, ‘My skin doesn’t need any treatment whatsoever, and I haven’t even got any wrinkles yet.’
Oh yes you do, it’s just that the fat puffs your face out, wrinkles with it. Joan smirked to herself. Lose ten stone and your skin’d look like a bloody pachyderm’s.
‘Yes, you have beautiful skin,’ commented Isabel.
‘For her age,’ quipped John at which Anne’s face became decidedly ugly. John’s and Joan’s eyes met, she quickly looked away and bit on a gherkin to stop her bursting into laughter. That would have been the end of her and Anne. The trouble with Anne was that if she wasn’t the centre of attraction, she wasn’t playing but this sort of attention wasn’t the type intended. Joan waited for her to explode and wasn’t disappointed.
‘You’re a shit a friggin’ shit. Do you know that?’
Isabel blushed to the roots of her hair and chomped on a gherkin. These gherkins were coming in handy. Seb looked at his watch. John didn’t react; he was as used to these outbursts as were the hosts. There were a few moments silence.
‘We’re going to the Festival Hall next weekend,’ announced Seb.
‘What’s on?’ Pete asked.
‘A Beethoven concert, it should be excellent.’
‘Indeed,’ said John.
A conversation about the classics ensued. Anne went into a sulk but Joan was accustomed to that and knew that she would soon ‘come round’.
Apart from the one fracas the evening went well and it was three am before the guests left.
John had still seemed keen on the nudist holiday, as did Seb but Joan didn’t want any hangers-on, not at the launch of her new life.
Pete’s hands began to wander. Oh, no, puh-lease not at this time in the morning, does he never stop it?
This time there was no dinner for four to plan so she lay back and thought of her session at the gym and pool the next day.
The four friends relaxed in the Jacuzzi, a white wine each. This was their time to be together once a week; an hour in the gym followed by forty lengths in the pool and then a dip into the hot bubbling water for a natter. Privately owned the complex was luxurious never crowded and suited the quartet perfectly.
Anne was still reeling from the night before, ‘I’m going to really go mad with the credit card now,’ she sipped her wine.
‘Not another Prada bag, how many’s that you’ve got?’ asked Brenda.
‘Do I give a shit? I’ll buy matching shoes an’ all.’
‘He was only joking Anne,’ said Joan.
‘Yeah, well I’m teaching him not to give sly digs even in jest.’
‘Why, what did he say?’ Brenda leaned forward; she liked nothing better than a bit of gossip and others’ disharmony with one another.
‘He implied that I looked alright for my age.’
Jules glanced at Joan and they both smirked. Anne lacked self esteem and they all recognised this, it did get tiresome sometimes though, always trying to reassure her that she was a loved and treasured friend. She had more clothes in her possession than the whole of Debenham’s put together, or should that be Christian Dior or the likes, only exclusive stuff was good enough for Anne.
‘Have you seen Newbloom’s new range?’ asked Brenda enthusiastically. ‘They’ve got some gorgeous tops in.’
‘I haven’t been in recently,’ replied Joan. Newbloom wasn’t her style but did agree that the stuff was enough to pay for fashion items that were out of style within weeks. Brenda didn’t look nice in anything, at sixty four, she’d no fashion sense but none of the others had the heart to tell her. Today she’d mixed a trendy top with a 1970s skirt, and a pair of 1980s shoes. The top as usual was way too young for her and bordered on the ridiculous, she preferred sleeveless too and Joan thought there was nothing worse than having wrinkled old arms on display. Brenda and husband were vastly rich and so she got away with any look according to her, and not giving a damn for what anyone thought.
‘Anyway, I’m more interested in face treatment at the mo,’ said Joan.
‘A friend of mine has just had that…that…er, is it crystal-blasting or something?’
‘Round here, Brenda?’ Joan was keen to find out.
‘No, in London somewhere.’
‘Fancy a trip to London Jules?’ Joan and her friend chuckled.
‘I’m up for anything these days,’ she replied.
‘I’ll come with you an’ all.’
‘You said last night that you’d never go anywhere without John.’
‘I know but that were last night and I’d had a few jars,’ Anne sipped her wine. ‘Any road, I’ll be able to shop at Harrods, that’ll piss him off.’
The four left the complex and went to the nearby pub for lunch and to discuss their plans for a weekend in London.
Mysteris…don’t you ever read books????????!!!!!!!!!!

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I’ve tried Wallenford and it was good. Have to special order it though. There is a Gloria Jeans store in my town but at $50 a pound and no half pound options, it would be great to get feedback before buying. Thanks!

I have tried it. It is absolutely beautiful in taste! It sends your taste buds on an wonderful experience.
Its 20 out of 10. If you like coffee try it

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