October 4th, 2002

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I'm trying to write a press release for my band's big gig at the end of the month. I't's surprisingly hard, even though part of my job is being a music critic, mostly because it involves a lot of boasting, which really gets embarrassing after a few lines. "Since El Diablo's trumphant gig in this venue last year..." Oh God!
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    nothing but my very own feeble groans
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you know what all those beatniks meant by 'tea',don't you?

Well, that's not what I mean here. I'm talking about honest to God proper black Lyons Gold Blend tea. And how I can't stop drinking it.

I've always been horrified by the fact that America is a virtually tea free land. I mean, anywhere you have to specify "hot tea" is just plain wrong. And as for the fact that hardly anyone has an electric kettle, and make tea on the stove or even in a microwave - well, words fail me. When my poor parents moved to D.C., they spent ages looking in shops for an electric kettle and couldn't actually find one in the end. That's very hard for a poor Irish (or British) person. I remember the first time I was in an American cafe and discovered that it didn't actually serve any non-herbal tea. It was like going into a mcDonald's that didn't serve burgers. It was, like, defeating the purpose of a cafe type place. Freaky.

The first Summer I spent in Boston, Isabel and I took over a box of irish tea bags, and we managed to make them last for ages by using one bag between us. Of course we were helped by the fact that we were poverty stricken students and had bought all our kitchen ware in a thrift shop, and so had to boil or water in a bockety old saucepan which splashed all over the place when you tried to pour anything out of it. Making tea was not only a hassle, it was dangerous. But still, we managed to keep on drinking it! Addicts are like that.

Of course, I can't be too hard on the yank attitude to tea. Boston, after all, has the glorious Tea-Luxe, my favourite cafe(s) in the world, with a zillion different sorts of tea. Which is more than we have here, for example, so you know, they do appreciate tea too. But do they drink it constantly, eh? Do they? I think not.

Anyway, this is a roundabout way of saying that I'm on my fifth cup of the day, which is a bit freaky seeing as it's just one o'clock. How much caffeine can one girl take?
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Oooooooh!

I might be able to get a downloadable version of the first new Buffy episode. Now, if my work computer can play it, I will be very, very happy....
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    my excitedly beating heart
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Well, while I wait for my possible brand-new-Season-Seven-not-officially-here-until-January Buffy, I console myself by buying this, which suddenly appeared in Dub City, despite my having looked and not found it there before. Mysterious. But it's v. entertaining, although the artist's deptictions of vampires are kind of stupid. They're not meant to be weird spiky monster yokes.

In more cheerful news, I have to go to a little press conference in a few minutes, and guess who's giving it?


Mizz.

Dolly.

Parton.

Oh yeah. I'm gonna meet Dolly.

I can't wait.
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    Dolly, of course: Nine to Five