About the Title.
Coffe and Papers might seem like a cliche title. However, if you allow me to explain the origins you might find that it is- in fact-, not.
“Coffe” has been neglected in terms of spelling. However, fear not knights of the English language as it is a deliberate misdemeanor! You see, the blog is all about normal happenings that have a lacing of something special. The drinking of coffee over the morning paper is nothing special, and to be honest neither is a spelling mistake. However, should the two be placed together then it is almost a moment of triumph when one exclaims loudly jumping up from their chair (spilling their coffee over the paper) and pointing at the offending word while waving violently with the other hand for somebody to come see.
“Judy come see this!”
“I’m a bit busy at the moment, dear”
“But you simply must see this!”
“Can’t it wait? I’m getting [Insert darling child number one's name here] ready for school”
“Judy they’ve made a spelling mistake in the paper!”
And there ends the conversation; for Judy has dashed into the dining room where she too is exclaiming over the tiny insignificant typo that the editor thought unimportant enough to overlook- or so they would like us to think. The children soon join in and then starts the precious moment when a family bonds over something with a single thought in mind; “I would not have done that. Therefore I am smarter than the writer”.
When the children have been sent to school and one is left alone- the hover of a smug smile still on the lips- then it is often this time that the editor of the newspaper gets a sudden flush of self-satisfied emails from those who spotted the mistake and felt it absolutely necessary to point it out with a curt letter that they feel is well written. It often reads something as such;
“Dear Editor,
I was just reading this morning’s paper dated the [Insert day here] of [Insert month here] when I noticed a mistake in the article [Insert name here]. You happened to misspell [Insert word here] incorrectly, it ought to be spelled [Insert correct spelling here]. I find it very distressing that the journalist who was hired to write the article for such an esteemed paper made such a mistake. Perhaps there are mistakes in the numbers that lie within the financial times? Or perhaps there is an issue with the editing. In future I hope that there are no more mistakes as such.
Sincierly,
[Insert name here]“
Sickening, isn’t it? For one; what is today’s news will soon enough be tomorrow’s news and so long as the spelling mistake isn’t an important one that prevents one from receiving the correct information- such as spelling “shirt” as “shit” in the context of a murder case then it doesn’t really matter:
“The bloodied shit was removed from the dead body and is now in police custody as evidence for the murder alongside the knife. It is of utmost importance as there are suggestions of a hand-print on it that could be the killers. Blond hair has also been found although it could be the victim’s pet gerbil and is currently in the lab for testing”
There are other more obscene mistakes that can cause havoc amongst the simple family home that I will address in an article later on (imagine one involving a little boy spending money on a duck…) along with the possibilities of those who write in characters and the mischief a simple misplaced stroke could wreck but this very moment, the address is about the title of this humble blog to which I will post the ramblings of a very bored person. The point is that spelling mistakes are trivial and very much a part of human nature.
Coffee has also aided many a poet and artist to pursue their dreams and achieve them so by combining the two connotations the title itself deludes one to imagine sparkles in the place of dung. The newspaper provides the image of worthy information and necessity so overall, the carefully picked out name of this blog directs the reader to believe that it is something that it isn’t. I believe a good illustration of that could be dressing up a man in a good wig, make-up, push-up bra, expensive heels and a sparkly dress then passing him off as a woman so effectively that a man takes “her” home and somehow ignores nature’s warning signs despite being completely sober until “she” points it out herself.
If I wanted to flatter myself I could push the scenario to the point where the man rejects the facts staring him point-blank in the face and decides he is a woman afterall, but I declare that is a bit too much.
So enjoy this scramble of a confused she-male and please don’t get too excited about the spelling mistake. 
