Saw this coffee shop, went in, ordered a machiatto, then ran out without paying.
Barely funny, and only then if one has a working knowledge of the parlance of the London underworld. In the vernacular of the average East End crimelord's rhyming slang, "tea leaf" means thief. Whoa, would you Adam and Eve it's almost Harry Lime to have a good Bob Squash before walking down the apples and pears to go teach the saucepan lids some bloody English? If at least one Korean kid doesn't call me a right feather plucker, the day's a waste.