When I got my first job in a coffee shop I thought, “I like coffee, that machine looks fun – how hard can it be?”. I was more worried about burning the food in the café or how I was going to amuse the scary looking emo

teenagers in the corner than what sort of coffee was going to go into that

strange noisy hopper on the worktop. I'd used the coffee machine when I worked

in the pub; it involved sticking a cup underneath and…

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I have a headache. I moan to Carl about this, but he is not impressed."I don't believe such a thing exists." he says. This is because I have a caffeine headache, or rather, a lack of caffeine headache. I didn't sleep particularly well last night, and this morning I had to get up unhealthily early for me, rush round trying to pack everything up for the weekend, and then leg it to the station to catch a (late) train at 8.14. I did not get time to make coffee. Further more, as a conscientious,… Continue

Today I am pondering this wonderful creation, the cappuccino. A cappuccino will cost you anything between 55p in a

sincerely dreadful vending machine at Doncaster train station (these

are the lengths I go to under the name of research - or possibly

caffeine addiction) to the £2.65 Grande-mug-with-extra-shot at Caffe

Nero. (I would quote Starbucks prices but haven't yet swallowed my

pride enough to dare go in there). I will cover why I need an extra

shot in Nero's… Continue