sin, blaspheme, sacred, profane

greetings

and so i fall from grace. spectacularly so, look you see. for years, no decades, stretching from one century into another, i have been an exponent of (and believer) in the law of Denis Leary. well, the laws of he, but one in particular. that would be that coffee should always be "coffee flavoured" coffee, and not in any way, shape or form f****d about with. for dissidents, the uninitiated and the faithless, i refer you to the most righteous pronunciation made by Leary in the "coffee" section of Lock N Load. 

usually, generally, i have a very specific coffee what i use. well, that's not true. for some reason cap columbie (or however they have branded it now) appears to have vanished, and there are a few i select from, generally as and when on special. all, however, taste of coffee. changing to, or trying, any sort of deviation, like "flavoured", was not on my agenda, and nor do i have a calendar with it noted on as a thing to get around to trying. 

on a whim, though, i did precisely such. i was perusing a supermarket, resplendent with full shelves, by the way, when i saw a rather wide (if not extensive) range of "flavoured" coffee. owing to the way our minds, brains or thought processes work, i immediately recalled a conversation with a friend, a neighbour of my lodgings in my place of exile. the memory came back of him saying of them that he rather enjoyed one he got, and that i should consider it, as they were, apparently, "f*****g sound". 

doubting such was possible wrestled with the ongoing vague "mid life" crisis thing i seem to be having on the go, that sense of bravado and "yolo". rather than simply walk on buy and purchase some actual, proper coffee, instead i found myself considering which flavour. as you can see, in the above, via the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode, i went full tilt. no, that is not a mistake i knowingly, and of my own free will, purchased white chocolate raspberry flavoured coffee. 

my other choices, or options i discarded? i forget some. certainly there was an irish coffee flavoured one, which has the benefit of being an actual, real thing, i suppose. however, my understanding is that irish coffee is blessed with a sense of liqueur or spirit, being baileys or whisky or similar. this would be a taste i knew not to like. another i could recall was (i think) caramel salted popcorn, which of course was an immediate "well that can f*** off" on sight. 

for some reason i got it into my head that i like white chocolate (i do), i rather like raspberry (well, at the least yes the jam of it, or the flavour) and of course i like coffee. what, then, could possibly go wrong with a triptych combination of them? to see such, please feel free to enjoy the video below, that i made for a special and dear friend, but figured on this particular date they would not mind such being shared. also, sent it to my sister as well, so there you go. be warned, for although many of you will be delighted to see me in distress at trying this coffee, blasphemy features on the soundtrack. 

i would suggest, then, or confirm, that this did not go well. to sound nor more or no less like a cliche than usual, i had no idea what to expect but no, surely, was not expecting what i got. or experienced, should that be the better way to word it, for i really do need to work on my communication skills. vague elements of the three (3) primary, principal components were there, but not particularly in an order which i would have liked to have them.

not really to my liking then, so it wasn't, to be sure. i had no realistic, optimistic notion that it would be. so why go ahead? for the very same reason some people flat refuse to go to the edge of a tall place, or if you will what overlooks a relatively long drop. always, it is so, some fear that inexplicable voice which shall simply say go on, jump, it looks exciting. 

certainly, then, this stuff is not within my remit, understanding or comprehension of things what are proclaimed as being "f*****g sound". this would be as far away as you can possibly imagine from being the first time my view on something has diverged from that of someone i would call a friend, and an equal distance, i suspect, from being the last. 

with me being me, yes, there is every chance (but of course) that i will in fact finish it. and by that i mean make use of it, make the wretched drink it produces and consume it. very foolish, i know. but, waste not, etc. after all, i have invested hefty coin in it, as it cost a staggering penny south of £2 (two quid, squire). let me drink it, rather than waste it. besides, i already offered to post it to my sister and i was told to f*** off out of it. 

but maybe i just bought the wrong flavour for me? instead of kicking off, about how if it isn't broke then don't fix it, and lamenting why kids these days can't just leave things the f*** alone and as they are, i should go and get popcorn flavoured coffee, or whatever. actually, no. lesson administered, from here on out, i pledge coffee flavoured coffee, only. just as soon as i have completed this jar. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!