My very real addiction

To start off with, here’s a nice little story about … well, my addiction (as ever, click on the image).

It would indeed be super if rude customers could be thus channelled into politeness, wouldn’t it? – but the shoe also fits the other foot …

How often when picking up my skim milk weak latte extra hot – for in truth I only reallylike my own coffee brewed in my own machine from my own beans – have I told myself “Right: I shan’t be passing this way again!” on account of the singular lack of frie...