poocino's is rubbish

saving up to buy we'll see who's laughing on the other side of their face then.

not sure if that means me or them.

i want them not to be laughing.



i've started saying 'poocino's' instead of 'puccino's'. i debuted it this morning at poocino's in the station. 'how long has poocino's been here?' i asked as i was waiting for my cappu. i think you might need subtitles to get it though. nts: invent subtitles tshirt/jumper.


swollen lips

went on bus to next town. there was a puccino's in the highstreet but i only noticed once i was sat in the cafe opposite. 

the one i was sat in was called 'cafe cafe'. i ordered a coffee coffee and looked out the window 'watching the world go by'. 

i say world, but i was really watching the ladies. there were some nice ones. to not come across as sexist i threw a few blokes in the mix. this backfired when one of them gave me a 'you're gay' eye look.

i started to get paranoid that the bloke might come back and throw my boiling cup of coffee coffee in my face so i drank it all in one, burning my lips, tongue and throat in that order. everyone in puccino's across the road started pointing and laughing at me.

i hid in a bush until dusk then got the bus home, my lips swollen like a teenager's.


puccino's evil plan

seems puccino's is one of these 'chain' coffee companies. can't make head nor tail out of the writing on my cup (16 ounzer - i'm buzzing). 

who would want a coffee on the moon?


stiff neck city

couldn't sleep. kept thinking about going to puccino's for another cappu. rushed down there this morning and ordered one, out of breath style. some keeno in the queue made a wisecrack about me being desperate for a coffee and everyone laughed. neck went stiff.

back home now avec the anger. should've told him to 'shut up' or something.

if only i could think of stuff like that on the spot.



it's 'puccino's' not 'puccini's'. just went back for another cappuccinoid. had to drag uncle ian 2. they have the strangest branding i've ever seen. not sure what they're trying to say. (yahooed them and found this photo of their biscuits. weird).

tramp hoops

wish i still had a pack of these little puppies. incase you didn't know, i was in the ads for these back in the 80s. (what's that, you didn't know? where've you been, under a freaking rock?!) 

(just realised the double meaning of that 'rock' gag!)

(apologies for bad language)


took uncle ian 2 (daschund) out. got a cappuccinoid from the coffee stall at the station. puccini's or whatever its stupid name is.
nice logo. not.

nothing to do

god i'm bored. (probably should've put a capital g on god).

strike me down, g-man. see if i care.

sweaty palmed dreams

didn't sleep very well. visions of falling planes and people using bananas instead of mobile phones. what's all that about?