I haven’t had a proper cappuccino for ages on account of me being fat. I have elected for some time to foreswear the earthly pleasures of frothy steamed milk topped by delicious chocolate dust, in an effort to turn my body into the sort of muscle-bound edifice that graces the front of Men’s Health.
Instead, I have chosen The Way of the Americano. I feel like a young David Carradine, eschewing pleasures of the flesh, in order to become pure in body and spirit. My sacrifice only makes me stronger, and leads me one more step along the road to enlightenment.
All that is a lot of bollocks mind you. I’m still fat, and I could murder a cappuccino.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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