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A guide to afternoon tea (with acerbic undertones)…

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In Blighty we love our traditions. If we’re not marvelling at the televised State Opening ceremony, then we’re certainly arranging a customary knees-up for a Bank Holiday.

United we stand as an island of stiff-upper-lippers, making the most of our temperamental summers, forever uncertain about Daylight Saving Time, and whether or not we should opt for the bourbon over the custard cream – or perhaps that’s just me? 8-O

And amongst the hassle of inside out brolly’s in the pouring rain, gruelling overtime spent at work and sadistic email-inboxes that refuse to ever be empty, we always make time for afternoon tea.

Aah, as soon as 12pm hits I’m filling up the kettle!

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Great, but that isn’t afternoon tea…

Whyever not? – It’s the afternoon…

Indeed. However per se, afternoon tea is specifically a 4pm dalliance with the hot beverage, as part of a light meal; you wouldn’t be completely condemned for partaking in this ritual at 3:59 – unless perhaps, you were spotted doing so by an emaciated ghost version of the late Duchess of Bedford - but that is the tradition.

I’m confused, why exactly is 4pm the tradition?

Well, despite that fact that nowadays you can’t walk for more than two seconds down any high street without being bombarded with franchise after franchise of American-chain-Italian-themed coffee shop, (or a Greggs), in the 18th century there were but two set times to stuff one’s face; breakfast and dinner.

People would become famished in the wait for the latter, and soon, afternoon tea became a great idea in holding them over until their main meal at around 8pm.

Okay, it’s finally 4 o’clock! Tea-bag → hot water → milk…

You could do it that way – but only if you are a glutton for punishment, who enjoys terrible tea!

If you like the good stuff, there  is an ancient order that equals the perfect cuppa; the milk must go in first. And before I am accused of being the tea-police, this idea is owed to chemistry.

Chemistry? Don’t tell me there’s a science to making tea?!

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Quite! – Loughborough University’s Dr. Andrew Stapley concluded that the recipe for the perfect cuppa begins with the ice cold milk hitting the bottom of the cup – first:

If milk is poured into hot tea, individual drops separate from the bulk of the milk, and come into contact with [...] high temperatures [...] for enough time for significant denaturation degradation – to occur. This is much less likely to happen if hot water is added to the milk.

And before you ask, I’m pretty sure denaturation degradation is science-speak, for rubbish tea!

Okay 4pm, milk first, sugar second – afternoon tea complete, right?

You’re nearly there. You need to decide whether this is ‘high‘ or ‘low‘ tea.

High or low? Does that refer to which socioeconomic class I fall into?

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Not quite, but that is a common misreading. These terms actually refer to the height of the table they are served on.

  • High tea (more of an evening tea) is a reference to tea that is traditionally served on a high-set table such as a dining table, commonly found in the dining room.
  • Low tea (or afternoon tea)  refers to tea that is traditionally served on a low-set table such as a coffee table, commonly found in the living room.

So the name of my tea, actually hangs on which table I choose to place my teacup? :-o

As riveting as that sounds, it isn’t so.

The term high also refers to the kinds of nosh served with the tea. High tea was the end of day feast for the hungry working classes during the late 18th century’s industrial revolution.

It was a time when famished workmen would come home to enjoy dining tables decorated with particularly hearty meals, such as shepherd’s pie and Welsh rarebit.

On the other hand, low tea is considerably lighter and is traditionally served with scones, sandwiches or pastries.

Ooh! For a snack, I’m going with scones, jam and cream!

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Yum! I see you’ve gone for cream tea over light or full! ;-)

Cream, light and full? Wait, what?

You’ve chosen one of the three types!  Afternoon tea, traditionally served in tea rooms across the country, can be taken in any of these three forms.

Cream tea is usually served with yummy scones, sweet jam and cold fresh cream. Light tea is a mix of scones and other sweet treats such as Madeleines and battenburg cake, while full tea is served with a melange of savory bites like quiches & finger sandwiches, also with scones and dessert.

So there you have it – the only guide you’ll ever need to afternoon tea! Now, go 4(pm)th and brew! ;-)


Written as an entry to the  Whittard of Chelsea Afternoon Tea Blogger Carnival

18 things I cuss, but secretly love about Britain

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Pigeons getting braver…

They’re not even jumping or flying off when you walk by them anymore. They walk around the ends like they own it and they’ll hang around just waiting for you to drop your last Rolo. Like a bawse!

Every Ill-named sensationalist programme that ever made it onto Channel 4…

The Boy Who Gave Birth to His Twin, The Man Who Slept for 19 Years, The Girl with X-Ray Eyes, Half-ton Man, The Curse of the Mermaid?

Meet Body Shock: Not only do these documentary titles sound like ideas for the next books in the Millennium Series that got left on the cutting room floor, (or possibly headlines in the Daily Mail) they also often got my attention for being really interesting…

Everybody who ever starred in Eastenders; eventually coming back to ‘rescue’  Walford…

The Queen Vic’s revolving door. Enders definitely broke boundaries when they started resurrecting folk, but lately they’ve just kept ‘em coming back. And why not? – It’s something to talk about at least…

The state of the River Thames…

When I see our dirty old, nappy-bag and tin-can polluted, freezing cold brown Thames, I think: “Look at that brilliant culture filled, bridge accompanied river!”

It’s like an annoying sibling, a slightly grating friend or Eastenders; it’s ours to cuss, no-one else’s!

Annual ‘shock-horror’ reactions to the snow…

FFS! It’s cold. It’s winter. It snows. BUY WELLIES – have a coke and a smile and…well you know the rest.

Annual ‘shock-horror’ reactions to the British “summertime”…

Ooh a heat-wave! Ooh the sun! Ooh tan lines! Ooh bathing suits! Ooh the lido! Must drink water! People are wearing flip-flops! People are holidaying! Kids are on school breaks! Yeah, and? 8O Again…coke & a smile.

Louis Theroux being so amazingly cringe-worthy

LooThoo, that’s what I’m calling him. I cringe through his documentaries whilst either constantly upping or lowering the volume and wondering how he has the cojones, the audacity or the permission for whomever or whatever he’s prying into at that moment….still, his name’s brilliant – as is the one I’ve given him…

The twice yearly hoo-ha when the clocks change (or Daylight Saving Time)…

This year it’s March 31st & October 27th. There. Noboby will be ever late, or early for anything now….

The idea to ‘Grow Heathrow’ not quite taking off…

I don’t love that the airport is struggling with capacity and so needs and can’t quite figure out how to get another runway without making people homeless. What I love is that the airport can’t just evict people without a backlash, & squatters ain’t having it…

Ever-increasing opportunities to create ‘famous-for-nothings’

Unlike New York, where ‘if you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere’ – it seems we’ll just chuck those opportunities left and right and then spend the rest of the time regretting the decision in the comments section on YouTube. Yep – thanks to Big Brother, Idol, X-Factor, TOWIE etc…there are endless lists of “socialites” and wannabe’s that we’re stuck with.

Unfriendly strangers, and weird friendly ones…

You want a smile in a busy street of people, when your hobbling along with a shopping bag, trying not to slip in the icy snow residue; you won’t get one though – we’ve been through that. :-|

You don’t want a conversation with the town drunk, a slightly unhinged looking stranger with a bone to pick with society or a chugger – but that my friends, is what you’ll get!

How proud we are when our lot get all Americanized…

Hugh Laurie, Dominic West, Carey Mulligan, Anthony Hopkins – they’re all brilliant. We love that they’ve high-tailed over to the states faster than you can say iHop. I like movies, they make movies. Perfect.

Total mockery of Americans who butcher our accents…

I think Don Cheadle being a cockney in Oceans 11, was bigger injustice than Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins. From what I’ve heard, others cringe with me. If you ain’t Johnny Depp doing Jack Sparrow, and you ain’t Brad Pitt doing Mickey O’Neil, you ain’t about that life. *shrugs*

Rubbishy signposted streets…

How are we meant to get anywhere anymore? Who actually uses an A-to-Z successfully? This fork in the road didn’t exist before, did it? It’s pretty much a free-for all on the roads and nobody can afford bus fare; the upside? Getting lost in London, it’s all abit magical…*drifts off…*

False senses of security about the Eurovision song contest…

We haven’t won since ’97, yet since then (in the UK) we’ve had hit after hit and loads of brilliant music. I don’t get it.
I don’t remember ever watching this in full, I couldn’t bear it. But every year, we send a retired band in and pollute telly with faux hopes and dreams…

Actually trying to play outdoor sports, outdoors…

Beach volleyball at the London Olympics? Hopes of actual Sun throughout a full Wimbledon? Outdoor film events? (Okay, so that last one’s not a sport, but still) Ha!

Coffee shops with foreign named beverages…

I thought I asked for a large but the guy behind the counter keeps correcting me. Venti? Look, I said large man, I just want a large, not a language lesson!

Criminal overuse of the word “Amazing”…

I agree with the annual vote that wanted to BAN the word ‘Amazing‘ from ever being used again! Ever! Everything, everywhere isn’t always amazing. This should be used sparingly, otherwise it loses all meaning.


Great Britain, I ❤ you! :-D

Right here…

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It’s cold and as  I write this, I’m wrapped in fleece all cosy.

Winter is here on cue, along with it’s fuzzy blue-grey skyline and constant murmur of city traffic. And yesterday, as I was walking through town, my mind ran on Lily Allen’s ‘LDN’

Sun is in the sky oh why oh why would I wanna be anywhere else…:-)

And now I’m thinking about last summer, and how warm it was indoors, how wearing a jacket on the wrong day was ridiculous and meant you had to carry it, and how awesome it was during the Olympics.

And now it’s cold.

But we need these winters. Remember the recent summer drought? When no rain, meant there were warnings of a water shortage?

Besides, we need a reason for cute snow boots and fancy parka’s; for delicious comfort food and steamy hot tea…and for dreaming about the spring; when the trees turn pink and white – followed by a new summer; when the nights are short, the days are long, and anything is possible…

Thank you for not having a filter

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Nobody means everything they say. Am I gingerly calling us all liars? Perhaps.

But like one of Pavlov’s poor dogs, deceit has been hard-wired into us since we first learned to communicate. And this isn’t me being dramatic either, think about it for a second.

You’re told as a child not to react honestly at something where it would make you seem insensitive, to instead be understanding and compassionate for whatever another’s misfortune may be. So if somebody is hygienically challenged, saying they stink and offering them a bar of soap – is practically a sin.

As an adult, you say “fine” even to genuine “how are you’s” because you want to be polite. Even if you’re “absolutely amazing with a dash of brilliant” - You don’t get to say that – well of course you can badger on, but nobody is listening (and possibly, you’re annoying).

As an elderly person, you get shipped off to a care home, and using the word “care” is a stretch if recent news is anything to go by. Yet the word “care” suggests a life of bliss and remains to be the given for one of these organisations.

An then there are the honest and outspoken.

The ones we (think popular to) frown at outwardly, but inwardly thank the heavens for. The people that complain about how long the queues always are; which has a positive impact on that business hiring new staff.

The few that write into the customer care address on the back of a crisp packet; because the contents were not up to standard.

The handful that actually do sit through 5 hour phone calls on hold; and report the technical issue with their device that leads to a fix for all.

And even the little-ans; who don’t yet have a filter for their thoughts – I mean, who doesn’t like turtles? Ha!

Sometimes, you might as well…

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Sometimes, you might as well, because sometimes – it’s kind of the rules.

You know, like eating that last lonely biscuit left in the tin, blazing the volume up on your favourite bass heavy track or laughing as loud & as long as the joke is funny (rather than that customary self-shushing you do to be polite in public).

Sometimes, indulgence beats restraint.

Sure, there’s a thin line: eating the last biscuit when you’ve just gorged the rest of the pack makes you a greedy-guts, turning up the volume on the track when everyone else in the house has an early rise, makes you inconsiderate – and laughing for 10 minutes at a subtlety only you find funny in a cinema of people trying to hear the film, makes you Max Cady.

But, rules are made to be broken, bent and even frisbee’d across a field.  Why? – Because you’re in charge of your destiny…

Happy New Year!

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As a new year moves in, kicks up it’s feet and get’s acquainted with us, we wave farewell to 2012.

And an amazing 2012 it was! As a country, the UK has had everything from a Diamond Jubilee, to the London Olympics; which caused unified celebrations and weeks of plastered on smiles that even The Joker would be proud of.

And then there’s the music. In 2012, for me there have been plenty of gorgeous milestones of which I’m very thankful.

I’m thankful that these musical achievements have been embraced and fueled by fans of my music.

I’m thankful for the comments, “likes”, follows, views and live show attendee’s.

I’m thankful to people who have written about and played my music for others.

I’m thankful for being able to release new music and video throughout the year.

So thank you, to everyone that has been a part of my music journey so far – and here’s to an amazing 2013! Cheers! ;-)

Murphy’s law?

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Murphy and that old cliché.

If it can go wrong, it will.

If your late for an appointment and you haven’t driven in days, your engine will stall. If you are really hungry and there’s a particular food you want, they won’t have it in Morrisons.

Pessimistic much? Well, as with any grim view of certainty, it usually stems from mathematics. I mean, half of why we can’t fly is defined by the laws of Albie Einstein’s general theory of relativity. You do the math. (Pun seriously intended).

Back to Murphy though. Why is he taking the rap? It was actually this mathematician bloke called Augustus De Morgan that was first responsible for this way of thinking, when back in 1866 he said:

‘…whatever can happen, will happen if we make trials enough.’

Still, Murphy takes the heat. Wanna know something funny? This guy Murphy is actually reference to Edward Murphy, Jr. (his name’s Eddie Murphy :-D ) – hilarious.

The story goes…

Eddie gets dubbed with this forever because of a feud with him and a rival Dr. John Strapp. You see, Eddie was an engineer who had a fair bit of trouble creating new measurement devices that actually worked.

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Dr. Strapp worked in the air force, and was researching what the human tolerance for g-forces during rapid deceleration would be. He carried out these tests using a crash  dummy strapped to a seat on a sled.

After the whole dummy, sled thing – he used himself in the test, I guess for a more realistic take.

Anyway, during the tests, questions were raised about the accuracy of the instruments used to measure the g-forces Strapp was experiencing, and Eddie suggested that he use electronic equipment instead and this time, use a chimpanzee.

As exciting as it sounds, everyone was disappointed when the sensors read a big fat zero!

They had been loaded onto the machine backwards, and so didn’t trigger to get a reading.

Of course Murphy blamed his assistant and the Air Force blame Murphy. Other engineers in Air Force went off annoyed, including a fellow called George Nichols.

Nichols, in an interview about the failed experiment shed light on the topic of some of those secret discussions, revealed publicly that Murphy blamed his assistant.

Apparently the joint sentiment amongst the force on Murphy’s arrogant way of doing this was:

“If that guy has any way of making a mistake, he will.”

- so it’s a phrase that was said negatively about Murphy, by people that he disappointed.

However Murphy’s son disagreed with this. He believes that his father coined the term himself, rather than someone saying it about him.

According to Murphy’s son, when the assistant made the mistake his father ranted:

“If there’s more than one way to do a job, and one of those ways will result in disaster, then somebody will do it that way.”


Meh. Either way we get it. Human error can eventually lead to sayings. Oh and Einstein pee’d on our parade with the whole relativity thing. :-P

Hometown Glory – Part Eight: More Building-Spotting

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If you’ve been following the posts in my hometown glory series, you’ll remember me gushing about architecture in the ends. Well, here’s a new addition – I was driving through central London last week, spotted this building & fell in love with it.

It’s the now disused ‘Samaritan Free Hospital’, located on Marylebone Road in Westminster. It was originally built in 1889 and it’s so pretty! :-)

That’s all folks! x

I met a “chugger” who told me he wants out!

No really!

It was a few weeks ago, I was buying lunch and lost in the sound of my music (headphones on) avoiding all eye-contact with these charity muggers (which I might suggest is also cockney rhyming slang, but that’s another story) and there he was.

All smiles and arms extended, trying to stop me in my tracks. His effort made me feel like anything other than polite would have been wrong (plus he was cute), so I stopped to listen to his spiel for a moment.

So I press stop on my iPod and try not to look too annoyed. He starts with the usual formula about how I can make a difference, and I am genuinely interested.

I respond with how I would love to be able to afford to, and he comes back with how it would only cost me such-and-such a month (which always annoys me, because these people have no idea what bills you have or whether you can even afford them the 5 minutes you’ve just given up) – and then it clicks!

He starts talking about how good he is at his job, and how many people he has signed up. More spiel I think, since he follows that with how, because he is successful at the job, sign-ups aren’t based on commission, and are purely for the greater good.

Sounded like a line, and a cheesy one (abit Spiderman-ey to be honest) but it should be the truth so I agree. Anyway, we talk for a bit and he asks me what I do for a living, before we actually get into the deets, he says that he actually is tired of his job. That he’d like to do something else.

I ask him why, and he says that it’s tiresome and boring standing in the street all day, that he doesn’t get to have proper conversations with people.

I understand. I ask him whether he would rather be behind a desk? What he would most like to do instead of that job? He responds he doesn’t know, and are they hiring where I work. This throws me, because – this is someone saving lives. Someone who says he’s one of the best at his job. Someone that does it not for money, but for the difference he is making. – Yet he wants out? He wants to work with me, a stranger?

I tell him, no job is perfect. I said that wherever he worked, he would feel that. He might love the job at first, be passionate even, but that soon wears away. Heck, I even told him that Van Gogh cut off his ear; and he is one of the most notable artists we know!

He laughs. I laugh too. He then shakes my hand, and thanks me for that piece of advice. We part ways and I have this nice warm feeling in my gut.

You think it’s because he thanked me? Because I made him smile? No, it’s because I kinda made my own day with that conversation. I realised that people everywhere feel the exact same at the exact same time, it just doesn’t always look that way. Even people making a difference feel like unsung heroes. But here’s the punchline…we are all making a difference even when we don’t know it.

I hope he keeps his job, because if he’s as good as he says so, he is very much needed there…

A love letter I wrote…about Nobody

Okay I admit, I sympathize with you, In today’s world, Everybody is being called a genius.

I mean, Everybody is the reason for this miracle or that, and Everybody is the first to discover the next best thing.

Everybody is why the News of the World scandal was uncovered and Everybody is responsible for bringing the UK rioters to justice!

So why is Nobody taking all that acclaim? – Why is Nobody better off?

I mean, Nobody is responsible for thinking up how best to shaft people with overpriced tickets and bad traffic plans throughout the Olympics, and Nobody knows exactly how an 11-year old boy can sneak onto a plane from Manchester to Rome so easily, not to mention how nifty Nobody is at deciding on the rising costs of fuel worldwide

That right there, that’s exactly why Nobody is better off.

…and I’m trying to work out who’s smarter.

Nobody, who can afford things like food, clothes and luxuries? Or Everybody, who complains so much, despite being the reason for all this “greatness” everywhere?

That’s right, Everybody wants a medal…but does Everybody deserve one?

Maybe Everybody just wants more recognition? Surely though, if Everybody were that great, they’d think up the solutions at the same rate Nobody does?

Who knows? – One thing’s for sure; as soon as there’s some huge negative issue like ASBO‘s or low exam pass rates in schools, Everybody gets blamed…

…& that sucks right? For Everybody!

Well if nothing else, it seems Nobody seems to care, because Nobody has a heart enough to do anything to make Everybody feel better. Not Everybody, but Nobody.

So I challenge popular opinion enough to say that Everybody isn’t all that great, and that Nobody is that genius I mentioned above!

Think about it. When the chips are down & it’s clear Nobody know’s exactly who Everybody is, Everybody seems content with pointing fingers at Anybody,  identifying Nobody.

Is that all Everybody’s got? Guesswork? Ha!

So then it’s clear; Everybody needs to chill and accept that Nobody is the best there is, forever and always!

Love Dreama
 xoxo