I think it's official. I have been in this country too long. Having spent that after unsuccessfully shopping for various item I fancy I need and having been stuck in traffic on various buses, I get home and what do I do?
I make myself a nice cup of tea (earl grey, milk, one sugar, thank you), take out a bit of cake and have a sit down...
Oh dear!
I blame my colleague at work. They make me drink tea several times a day and I have a feeling the stuff is addictive. Forget about classification for cannabis and ecstasy, they should look at tea!
(thanks to openbyhand for the pic)
Last night I attended a lecture by local historian Stephen Humphrey who discussed the general history of the Elephant & Castle, focussing more particularly on what he called its heyday (between 1850 and 1940). This is part of a week-long art project ( The Elephant Project ) hosted in an empty unit on the first floor of the infamous shopping centre, aiming to chart some of the changes currently happening to the area. When an historian starts talking about the Elephant and Castle, there is one subject he can not possibly avoid, even if he wanted to. Indeed my unsuspecting announcement on Facebook that I was attending such talk prompted a few people to ask the dreaded question: Where does the name of the area come from, for realz? Panoramic view of the Elephant and Castle around 1960/61. Those of us less badly informed than the rest have long discarded the theory that the name comes from the linguistic deformation of "Infanta de Castille", a name which would have become at...
Didn't you know that it's actually law to drink tea in England!
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