That might sound strange – milk, water, sugar, oil and a thickening agent are the top five ingredients – until you remember that SlimFast's last reported marketing budget was around $17m.
We're post-Starbucks now, dickheads today favouring coffee shops staffed by Australians, the Australians incredibly good but also slow at pulling coffee, the Australians doing strange milk patterns and handing your coffee to you without a lid, the Australians nodding Australianly to a stack of lids behind you, as if: like, I'm paying about £2.60 for a fucking coffee here, mate.
Journalist and author You couldn't go wrong packing Mark Haddon's luminous story collection The Pier Falls (Vintage £16.99), Deborah Levy's memorably strange Hot Milk (Hamish Hamilton £12.99), or Hannah Kohler's improbably accomplished first novel, The Outside Lands (Picador £12.99).
You'd think this would become irksome at feature-film length, but it gets by on sheer oddness as its eponymous lead character, a student with a pet llama and the worst hairstyle since Sean Penn in Carlito's Way, and his equally inept relatives make their way through Idaho's suburban wilderness with strange jobs - milk tester and salesman for Bust Must Plus, a breast enhancer, among them.
There I went again (total count of saying "breast milk" to strange men: six times).
My grandad moved to Weston-super-Mare Weston-super-Mare Weston-super-Maredown with my pandnts and typicalthers – I was the eldest – in our Ford Anglia, which had that strange smemoryf sour misk that all childhofdrivingusedown have.
From spilled breast milk to strange requests from her daughter, Teigen has responded to the ups and downs with her signature brand of humor.
You also have to get butter all over your hands while making a grilled cheese or warm those nice Taste the Difference cookies up in a low oven and serve them to this strange infant-man with milk.
It may seem strange to make paint out of milk, but milk has a protein, called casein, that has strong adhesive properties (it was often used as a glue) and which makes it an excellent binder for paint pigments.
Recently, a movie-première celebration was held there, under the strange chandelier made of old milk bottles.
Four years and I still don't fucking get it: your strange culture of plastic-bagged milk, an identity intertwined with a single ice-based sport, a people known primarily for one [admittedly boring] defining characteristic politeness. My Canadian editors have constantly put up with my American antics over the time we've worked together.
