If you ever meet my friend Lionel he'll delight in telling you this story (but probably won't tell it right so I'll get in there first).
A long time ago I was in a cafe with my boyfriend and in my Eliza Doolittle ignorance asked for an expresso. My boyfriend smugly informed me that "ahem there isn't an x in espressoooooh?" to which I replied "ahem, there is an x in ex boyfriend though". A patronising and very public exchange of words followed, and we split up. Over the pronunciation of espresso.
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If you ever meet my friend Lionel he'll delight in telling you this story (but probably won't tell it right so I'll get in there first).
A long time ago I was in a cafe with my boyfriend and in my Eliza Doolittle ignorance asked for an expresso. My boyfriend smugly informed me that "ahem there isn't an x in espressoooooh?" to which I replied "ahem, there is an x in ex boyfriend though". A patronising and very public exchange of words followed, and we split up. Over the pronunciation of espresso.
He was a dick though and it's a good story.
It's a cunty little thing that annoys me, but I get too annoyed by stuff like this and not child poverty or pay inequality. I am a shit liberal.
Don't get me wrong, nowadays I swan around correcting people with the best of them.
I should use my blog for good, not venting anger at expresso loving peeps.
in australia some places call it a racehorse.
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