Into the wild, wild night

I know that a certain bratty little lady love of mine, Hatty, of all the people (whowouldathoughtit?) loves this songs. I think I do too. Very cute.

Awww, little voley...

We all recognise that I'm the problem here

Wakeupandsmellthecawwfheebaby

You know you've been working for the same huge ridiculouslypowerefulgenericandpredictablebutpleasantlyandrecognisablyreliableandtrustworthyAmericancoffeehousechain for far, far too long when you wake up in the morning with a new idea having just popped into your head for the next big beverage recipe.
Get this: A white cafe mocha, with a twist. try requesting to have something just that little bit different, yehh? Take a shot at ordering yourself a grande skimmed white cafe mocha with half the syrup, one and a half pumps of vanilla syrup (full sugar content, oh-so-necessaire) and two or three pumps of our special, much beloved and sought after Gingerbread syrup.
That shit gonna be good. Ahhhh yeahhha.

Try it. Like it? Go on, get another one.
If not, answeronthebackofapostcardplease.

Belong

Despite a fair amount of time's break from producing and publicizing their music, New York mess-heads, Bear Hands, have once again made some really under-rated, under-recognized tracks that I'm all of a sudden, wildly in love with.
The Old Maid and I met them a couple of years back, and were met with pizza and sly passes despite having boyfriends. Though this was hilarious, and the gig tremendously head-bangin', they have never been met with a great deal of positive criticism that I feel they deserve.
Come back to the UK babies, I miss you, and could totally hook you up with some ketamine this time...