I could have been as rebellious as Lesley Ash on a Lambretta on route from London to Brighton, but all I did was hesitate on the cake I was ordering with coffee when I was snapped at that closing time was at 5pm. It was 4.24.
So, I drew a long breath and 'Uhm'd?' for as long as I could exhale and chose the smallest side sweet.
Not to penalise them with a lowish cover from me for the 36 full minutes I was preparing to spend in this picture framing shop-come-coffee lounge soaking up the creativity of Coulsdon, where in this quirky setting the rules of retro style have just reached the realms of Reedham, but my pastry's petiteness was to help me avoid going against the rules of calorific intake guidelines for a person of my size, of course.
In fact I did rebel, almost. I made sure we stayed until exactly 4.58 and were almost the last to leave. I also had a bit of my dates quite moist carrot cake, taking me over the government's calorific guidelines for a person my size! So there! Who's Rock and Roll now? *Licking Fingertip to press it on an imaginary a hot surface* Tsss!
Nevertheless, Art Rebellion won in the rebellious one upmanship stakes. I ordered a drink of my choice; I got something else (they fixed it without question and the coffee was actually rather good), but whilst I wanted to soak up the scene of zone 6 where Art Rebellion sits in a pioneering spot as the first independent coffee shop between the M25 and where the southern tip of London starts, however the only thing I was soaking up and sucking in was the horrid smell of Mr Sheen as the tables were quite vigorously sprayed with the foul faux-flowery smelling furniture polish.
So I abandoned my undercooked cookie and allowed myself to be ushered out.
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