Gone are the parties I use to throw where people came dressed in funky outfits with former Studio 54 personalities getting all sorts of jiggy to loud music until the wee hours of the night (that was so last October). This Sunday, I will be hosting a different kind of Barista party. One with tea, gin, Pimm’s, sausage rolls, Cornish pasties and hand-frosted cookies in the shapes of teapots and maid’s uniforms (not the naughty kind). Now if we can only keep Debbie’s top on at this party.













