Joe. Java. Jitter Juice. Cup ’o Mud. Cappuccino dei capi. Black Gold. Buzz in a Cup. Badger Lamont’s Brutal Lament – whatever you call the delicious dark dribble of the hard-milked coffee bean, for me and many equally addicted qwa-fey quaffers the world over, nothing would ever get done without it - at least not in any relatively-pleasant-for-other-people kind of way.
Yes, when it comes to coffee, I’m nothing short of a tragic junkie. Each and every day, I wake up, twitching. First order of the day: make coffee. Normally in my 1.5-litre percolator ,so that there’s no fear of running out any time soon. However, should the morning prove particularly vexing, I can and do supplement this with the aid of a Lavazza pod machine while the percolator cools enough to be reloaded, thus ensuring I stay coffee-quenched all the livelong day.
