I have noticed that the café proprietor population of ReadAndFindOut are conspicuously absent. As always when I feel the urge for a virtual double espresso with a dash of milk and chocolate. It is quite shocking, really. I say we cast off the shackles of ownership and together march forward to a new dawn of coffee and threadjacking. Now.

Or alcohol. Or hot chocolate, which is always a valid life choice. We are not here to judge, only to revel in delicious ....
Wait. No. I'm sorry. There will be judging. Probably a People's Court. Who knows. We are dirty socialists, of course. And by "we", I mean "me". At the moment, anyway. Until someone else steps up to help. There really is a tragic lack of café personell around.

So (in a pathetic attempt to copy Lady Isa -- could it be she has been guillotined, what with that aristo-name and all?) what will you have? I am sure there is a pool for sipping umbrella drinks somewhere around, if your appetites run to that sort of thing (mind, you might get reported, unless you do it with blinding panache), there are plenty dark nooks for conspiratorial discussions over black coffee or absinthe.

And if this post remains untouched I'll have you all up on charges of sedition.