Lemonade.

Afternoon then everyone?


Well, no, But why shouldn't we choose what to address the times of days with? There are in fact many, but I don't mind.


Wow, I've forgotton what I was meant to talk about. Right. I know. Lemonade.Lemonade.Lovely Lovely Lemonade.
Right then, I have three lemonades to tell you about, first of all:



Strawberry Lemonade. Paradox, delicious oxymoron. (no you're an oxy-moron)

Honestly, whoever created this was a genius. And if you're in America, you are in luck. Get yourself down to the Cheesecake factory and order a glass. You will not regret it. Ever. But a lot of us, myself included, are not so lucky, try homemade. With buckets upon buckets of sugar. Best served in a sugar-rimmed glass.





Fentiman's Victorian Lemonade. When you first drink it, you'll hate it. Despise it. Want to kill it in the dead of night. Don't worry love, you'll get over it. It's delicious. Fan-bloody-tastic.



It is an aquired taste, but once you aquire it, you'll be glad that you did. I remember when I used to hate apples. How stupid I was.






Bundaberg Austrailian Lemon Lime and bitters. I'm not sure if this is a lemonade. I'm not sure what a bitter is. I like kangaroos. I love bundaberg. I would marry it. Mother-feckin' marry it.

Your favourite lemonades, lovelies?