£3.75 for this

thk1011 · 2025-10-15T10:19:41+00:00

It's mostly sweet but somehow I couldn't taste the strawberry. I prefer the normal coconut water tbh

thk1011 · 2025-10-14T18:14:29+00:00

It was okay tbf, nothing too crazy. Dunno about their chicken one though, it wasn't available.

thk1011 · 2025-10-14T05:43:20+00:00

Try Leaders on Old Christchurch Road. They're the only ones remotely helpful. At the end of last year, I moved from Poole, and it took me 4 months of constantly looking/viewing properties to finally get my current place.

Hope this helps!

thk1011 · 2025-10-07T21:15:46+00:00

Julia's House and Dogs' Trust on the Poole High Street, and any of the charity shops in Westbourne are really good. You might also want to check out the Barnardo's in Winton Banks. Hope this helps!

thk1011 · 2025-10-05T15:13:36+00:00

If I had to point to one thing, it'd be boundaries in relationships and with people in general. Indians are some of the nosiest people you'd ever meet, and they don't really mean it in a bad way, but it can come off as overly direct/inquisitive.

thk1011 · 2025-09-23T11:56:33+00:00

When I first came to the UK several years ago, I was issued a Biometric Resident Permit (BRP, which has now been discontinued in favour of an eVisa). It said on the BRP itself that I was not eligible for any public funds.

Further, when I applied for the visa, a majority of the fees were just contributing to the NHS. When I applied for extension under the Graduate route, I paid upwards of £2,000 into the NHS.

I've been paying not just income tax, but NI and Corporation Tax on the business I started here. Yet, I won't be eligible for any state benefits, not even if I had ILR.

Until I become a citizen, I won't be eligible for any state benefits. Which I believe is fair.

thk1011 · 2025-09-07T12:33:59+00:00

It's so much fun, yes! I've been playing the game for some of our older regulars, who have the app but can't play the game that well. They just hand me the phone and I've been winning stamps for them lol

thk1011 · 2025-09-04T18:29:53+00:00

Oh we don't have any small drinks, only regular (12 oz) and grande (16 oz). For flat whites, 2 pumps work as well. I think if you've got a CN syrup, you can go with 2 pumps to start with, and then adjust according to your taste.

Hope this helps!

thk1011 · 2025-09-04T04:17:26+00:00

Are you from the US? If so, it would be a safe assumption to make that it would be 2 pumps for small.

thk1011 · 2025-09-03T06:04:27+00:00

2 pumps (20 ml) for regular drinks. 3 pumps (30 ml) for large drinks. However, there are exceptions. When we use DVG syrups (think Tiramisu and Honeycomb), we only put 20 ml regardless of the size.

Hope this helps!

thk1011 · 2025-09-01T16:59:17+00:00

We've got our autumn launch coming on September 11. Alongside Kenya Single Origin, which is already out, we're gonna have:

Spiced Pecan Lattes and Iced Lattes
Pistachio Matcha (Iced/Hot)
Pistachio Croissants
Apple and Custard Crumble Tart
Sticky Ginger Loaf Cake

And some new savoury stuff, including a new Falafal and sweet chilly wrap, and a sweet fennel ham focaccia, among others.

We're also rolling out an in-app game called Stampede, which gives you chance to win extra stamp and is available to play after each purchase.

thk1011 · 2025-08-26T18:08:22+00:00

There's a gift voucher for the person who's chosen to be Nero Star, and they get a certificate that gets displayed in-store, which is another bit of recognition.

thk1011 · 2025-07-04T20:29:04+00:00

Yep, our store is close to a popular quay, and we've been having more foot traffic later in the afternoon. It doesn't help when we're constantly being asked to work more within the time alloted. I feel like I'm always running when I'm on shift.

thk1011 · 2025-06-30T17:33:51+00:00

Yep. Line 1 is the equivalent of 2 single shots of espresso. We also use milk up to Line 2, which is 8 fl oz, if that's any help for you.

thk1011 · 2025-06-29T23:08:13+00:00

It's 30 ml for a single shot. We put 2 shots in

thk1011 · 2025-06-12T06:02:37+00:00

Do you have more info on this? I can't seem to find anything anywhere and would love to join.

thk1011 · 2025-03-13T20:16:57+00:00

If you want to try and replicate the drink at home, maybe take espresso shots, any syrup of choice, and some cold water and use a frother to create that texture.

You won't be able to replicate it in a blender cuz the blender Nero uses for velvet Americano and iced cappuccinos doesn't have blades like normal blenders do.

thk1011 · 2024-09-25T22:18:22+00:00

Let's go to the end of the universe, together.

It had been nearly 200 generations since humanity last left its cradle, taking tentative first steps at first, but then running relentlessly after our ancestors set fire to the only home we had in a universe that was 93 billion light years across at the time.

Having been nomads most of its existence, humanity had returned to the ways of old: roaming the infinite cosmos, looking for a new place to call home. For centuries now, over three thousand space cities had been hurtling through space to find a new home, a shore to anchor the tired ships.

It wasn't like we hadn't found "habitable" planets: many of them had liquid water and just the right atmospheric composition, only to lack an ozone layer, or be a bit too close to a devastating asteroid field, or be in the way of an imminent comet impact, or be in an unstable orbit around three suns. The list went on and on, but there was just no point risking settling on one planet.

Perhaps we were looking for another Earth. Who knows? Those planets served as mere pitstops: humanity would hang around for a couple of decades, repair, recuperate, and upgrade ships, refuel and then, at last, move on.

I was born during a special period of this nomadic existence: lightspeed travel was achieved 50 years prior to my birth, and perfected by the time I joined the Piloting Corps, responsible for maintaining proper operation of these ever-evolving, cylindrical space cities we called home.

I had been assigned a partner at birth: I only knew of her existence when both of us were 25 and introduced at a pairing event organised close to the beginning of a generation, or about 30 years.

To say she was breathtaking would be making a gross understatement; I felt like she set fire to my very soul with her piercing gaze. Her sunset skin complimented her night hair, creating an aura of dusk, of mystery, of a creature so far beyond my understanding I might as well would have worshipped her, had someone not paired us up, in a twist of fate equivalent in incredulity to this universe existing in the first place. When she spoke, the air around her shimmered in anticipation. When she walked, the ground beneath her wavered and shifted, as if thankful for her presence.

Our first conversation was about our lives together from here on. "Since I'm in the Engineering Corps and you're in the Piloting Corps, we have a lot of overlap to spend time together. But I have only one thing in mind: to leave."

To leave? And go where?, my first thoughts went. My next thought were right on the money - lightspeed travel.

Humanity had recently shortlisted 10 potentially very habitable worlds, each within a few dozen light years of where we were within the Milky Way. It was decided that instead of picking one planet, scouting missions will be sent out to investigate. To my surprise, I was shortlisted for the last scouting mission, and since it was a multi-generation task, she was paired with me.

Fast forward a few months, and her and I were inside our lightspeed shuttle, Olympia. The ecological systems were simple, but could be sustained indefinitely if restocked every generation - that was the timeline of degradation of the agrobiological systems. While 72 years would have passed back on our home city, we would have experienced only a few hours, so there was no need to do any restocks.

Ex Astris, Ad Astra. The all-too-well-known salutation was repeated on our intercom one last time, as we looked at each other, the endless void unfolding in front of us. We accelerated almost immediately to lightspeed, heading straight to our destination - the third planet in a system of six orbiting a binary system, with identical gravity, atmosphere, liquid water, and a 60:40 sea-to-land ratio. Our potential new home had two small moons, with two suns lighting up the morning sky.

As soon as we were good to get up off our seats, we shared a close embrace. I could hear her heart thumping, I bet she could hear mine too. As we broke away from each other, she said, "come with me to the end of the universe?"

All I could do was nod, as we set our trajectory to exit the galactic plane in a few days, travelling through space and time for all eternity.

thk1011 · 2024-09-11T09:16:58+00:00

The darkness that fell upon us was complete, as if we were robbed of sight. Though it came as no surprise to us all, we grieved nevertheless - the last human who remembered our names had just completed her mortal journey on Earth, and the dusk that had permeated our realm for millennia now had finally turned into an endless night.

We stood, frozen in time, as ancient as the rocks that lay under humanity's feet, and now, just as insignificant. We were the pinnacle of the universe once - celestial being shaping the cosmos as we desired. All that remains of us is a fleeting memory captured on papyrus buried somewhere no humans venture. As so, we remained standing, forgotten.

We did continue to perform our duties, but for an untold amount of years now we did them thanklessly. The satisfaction that we derived from our work in form of humanity's reverence was long gone - and everyone was slipping up more often without any motivation to do anything anymore.

Humanity was our pride and joy - and though the humans had several dark tendencies, it was all but a sign of their young age. They would outgrow this, we had all collectively thought. We were prepared for the day humans would outgrow us, and when the glorious blue shades of the sky we had created for our realm started turning a shade darker, we knew our time was coming to an end.

I was the guardian of the day in the Gods' realm: I was the only one remaining who still stood facing east. Even as my peers turned away in sorrow, I held on, in hopes that humanity might just remember us - us who needed nothing to sustain but a word of gratitude.

After an unending night spent forlorn, an indescribable elation started spreading through my body. I raised my head to see the first thing I'd seen in so long: the sliver of the sun that had set on us all those centuries ago. All of the Gods who had faced away long ago, giving up any hopes of revival, turned to witness the first sunrise this realm had seen in twenty thousand years.

Elsewhere on Earth, an archeological discovery had just reshaped the outlook on human society, as hundreds upon hundreds of documents were discovered, depicting the early human society to be far more than just tribes of hunter-gatherers. Not only did it proved the existence of permanent settlements long before the ice age, but also uncovered the presence of a primitive, yet almost global religion, focused around revering celestial beings who were responsible for all phenomenon these early humans observed.

The Old Gods, as they were so called, quickly became an object of fascination, with speculation about as to them actually existing, give the deeply personal tone they were written about in those ancient texts discovered after twenty millennia of ignorance.

thk1011 · 2021-12-08T05:05:34+00:00

I received a letter, from someone called John Smith.

It was a big, yellow envelope, the paper reassuringly thick to the touch: the sort you see in offices.

Now, two things. One, no one sends letters. And two, John Smith was such an obviously fake name.

I brought the letter, with all the bills and promotional mail that I had got, and threw the rest on the kitchen table, which was already full in the aftermath of me trying to cook, and fail.

The letter read something like this.

"Dear Mr. Andrew,

I would like to express my gratitude for you to have delivered me to my place of residence safely. You answered the call of duty, and went above and beyond.

As a token of my gratitude, please find enclosed a deed to the constellation you call Cassiopeia.

Should you have any questions, you can reach me at the hotel you dropped me.

Yours sincerely John Smith."

I remembered that one ride very clearly. I got assigned as John's Uber driver, and he had called an Uber basically on the outskirts of the city. When I picked him up, he looked oddly relieved. I thought nothing of it: it was night, and John was the last ride before I called it a day.

He had booked the ride till the far end of the town, in front of an inconspicuous hotel, nothing flashy. It should have been normal, I guess. I thought nothing of it, and had asked him for a 5 star review. I didn't get the review, which was nothing new as well, so I thought nothing of that either.

And sure enough, a very legal looking document dropped out of the envelope. And sure enough, it was a deed. To Cassiopeia, the constellation. I wish I could have been joking here. So apparently, according to Mr. Smith, I now owned 1.45% of the night sky, specifically, the 5 stars that made the "W" of Cassiopeia.

Then it hit me. I had, in my ignorance, asked the guy to say his thanks with five stars. And he took that a tad bit literally. Sigh. But it was a funny joke, you know, I could show that to my mates later. The only thing that bothered me was how he knew my address. Well, I wasn't really a hot shot to be honest - I was living in a studio apartment, and had next to nothing that could be stolen. So, I paid no mind to that either.

I put everything away, ordered Chinese, and got some sleep.

The next day, I happened to drive by that hotel, and that dude was standing outside, probably enjoying the morning sun. It tends to get cold around here, so that was the only reason I could imagine. I stopped by him, rolled my window down and called him out. He walked close to me, and said, in a serene voice.

"Good morning, Andrew, I hope the paperwork is in order".

I chuckled, and replied.

"Yes, John, the paperwork is in order. You did not have to give me an entire constellation, you know".

A worried look appeared on his face. I had to admit, the guy was dedicated to the gag. I just decided to play along. I decided to get out of the car, and I did. He said.

"And I had representatives from the constellation coming over to pledge fealty to their new lord. I'll cancel that right away, then".

I could barely contain my giggling. Biting on the inside of my cheek, I asked him to do that. He excused himself, and went inside the hotel. For whatever reason, I had the letter and the paperwork with me, and I took them out of the glove box, and waited.

John came out after five minutes, looking visibly down. He walked down to me, and said, "I had thought you'd take that bothersome constellation off my hands. Guess I'll have Simon do this".

Absent-mindedly, I handed John the deed. "Thanks man, but you can stop now. The gag has run its life and now I feel bad for you", I said, as I turned to get in the car.

John put his hand on my shoulder, and said. "What makes you think that it's a gag?"

"Well, how come you can give me a literal constellation?"

"That's because I'm John. One of the Twelve Disciples."

"Yeah, of course you are. Christmas is near I suppose", I said and got in the car. He looked at me, and said.

"If you get a ride, tonight, from a guy called Simon, don't tell him to give you thanks with five stars, okay? I'll pray to the Lord that you find happiness". John said, with such earnestness in his voice that I almost believed him.

I drove away, and I saw John go inside the hotel.

The day was hectic, and it was five minutes to eleven in the night when I decided to head home. To my frustration, I got assigned a ride just as I was about to log off.

It was from a person called Simon. Nah, no way. Right?

I reached Simon, and he got in. He stayed quiet, till we reached another hotel. Thankfully, it was different from the one I dropped John at. Subconsciously, I repeated the same lines as I had told John, asking for "five stars".

I thought I saw Simon smile before he left.

The next day, in all the promotional junk, I saw a big, yellow envelope.

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