EmmaPeelWannaBe wrote:and then there are the bands that sell lots of shirts, but never put out albums.
Bands who sell shirts but never put out albums are proper bands - it's very difficult for the yoof, who weren't even born when a particular was released, to demonstrate their street-cred unless they have have a t-shirt that advertises their love for the band. Witness the number of sub-teens wearing Appetite for Destruction t-shirts, or Dark Side, or Zep - you don't see many people walking around wearing Take That or N'Sync shirts, do you? That's because proper bands live on through what the yoof are referring to as "wearables".
EmmaPeelWannaBe wrote:Slight tangent - etiquette question (I'm seeing a heartland advice column) - what does one do when they are offered a cuppa, and having observed the making of said cuppa, realized that the water wasn't at a full boil!?!?!
Y'know, if I had a pound for every time this question has shown up in my mailbag here at the FUCT Helpdesk I could retire a rich loris. It's certainly a thorny one, beset with contextual questions: if the tea-maker is, let's say, a young man or lady with whom one has just enjoyed a night of sweaty passion, or perhaps the parents of young man or lady upon whom one has thoughts of the future - is it considered rude to ignore, or to spurn, the tea made with non-boiling water?
There are a number of courses of action open to you. The first requires the ability to lie like a good carpet. "You're going to think this is a bit odd, but since I spent all those years in (pick a country with iffy water quality) I have this irrational fear of drinking water that hasn't been boiled properly. Amoebic dysentery will do that, you know."
The second is to ignore the cup when placed before you, and carry on the conversation as if it wasn't there. Then in 30 minutes or so, you say, "Oh bother - we've been having such a lovely chat I totally forgot about my tea. No no, you sit - I'll go put the kettle on. Can I make you another?"
The third, and arguably the most correct, course of action is to excuse yourself and place a call to your local FUCT Chapter. We have operators standing by 24 hours a day and can dispatch a team of operatives to your location, often in as little as 20 minutes. Certainly, it might cause a little concern when the kinds of people who make the SAS wee themselves crash through the front-room windows, pistol-whip your prospective mother-in-law, throw a hood over her husband, and pole-axe your prospective suitor with the butt of an AK, but consider that you yourself have dodged a bullet - can you imagine marrying into a family that doesn't know how to make tea properly? What other demons are lurking behind that facade? Perhaps they refer to the loo as the toilet, and have one of those crocheted cozies to cover up the spare loo roll? Is there a picture of the husband shaking hands with Margaret Thatcher in the downstairs lav? Has one of them ever said anything like, "It's not that I've got anything against foreigners, but I do think that Nigel Farage is a misunderstood genius" "Say what you like about Trump but at least he's draining the swamp", "Europe - better off out of it, I reckon", or "I've got these lovely Nice biscuits to go with the tea - would you like one?"? This is the kind of thing I'm talking about - poor tea-making is a symptom of a much deeper and more pernicious malaise, and one which you do well to avoid.
Alternatively you could conclude that the tea-maker is mentally incompetent - if you are of a charitable nature you could take it upon yourself to teach them correct tea-making, but for the same reason that many adults eschew virgins on the grounds that you've done your teaching and have now earned the right to have great sex with someone who knows what they're doing and who knows one end of a well-lubricated garden trowel from the other it might be reasonably argued that no-one should be required to teach an adult how to make tea. Thus, claim an urgent appointment (the GU clinic is a good option) and leave. Leave, and never turn around. Delete their number from your phone, change your name, get plastic surgery, whatever it takes to make sure that you never encounter this person again.
Now, obviously this is more difficult if the scenario occurs in the workplace, where a well-meaning if muddle-headed colleague offers to make you a cuppa. In this case the best bet is to accuse him/her of the most vile forms of sexual harassment, report him to Operation Yewtree, whatever it takes to banish him from the office and polite society.