Who is up for a flat white?
We could chat about the ignorance and recently triggered racism of the british (non)-working class, and how “they will lose more comparatively” with the new tory boys and girls, something from the nothing they possess.
And then, with a heart-broken middle class leftist and/or hipster highness, which is only surpassed by that of the 90-year old queen, we could change tone and “give them a break”, that they are not to blame, because they are not educated enough and have been deprived by the ever increasing ‘cuts on welfare’, a phrase which has become more and more difficult for us to understand, and thus have mind-mapped it as a version of ‘ristretto’.
And then turn the lights towards our open-minded closed selves (again!) and thank god we have had an education and a decent job in order to be able to enjoy freedom of movement and ideas. And go on to value how important it is to abolish racism and be tolerant and open in order to maintain a liberal society, where our educated social skills allow us to become blind to our well-hidden discrimination towards any other class apart from our British/European middle class and rarely caught in eruption; only when someone who looks like a “societal parasite” turns to us and says ‘leave my fucking country’.
And we wonder how our expensive education has not equipped us with more brightness than that emitted by a populist newspaper and enable us to see beyond where one of those “parasites” can see.
As we start to see, the artisan coffee shop has closed. We step out of the shop, and I kick a Starbucks latte take-away cup by accident. I give it another conscious kick and it trumbles over only to sit on a plastic British flag. Suddenly I realise that our most celebrated materialisation of the Euro-British diversity and inclusiveness is the sophistication of the espresso menu.