Hey, I explicitly told you to keep that between you and me!
Admittedly, that was one of my better ideas, along with the cold brew coming out of the refrigerator water dispenser.
Um, yes. I actually watched this…..hysterically funny.
To Kurwenal: when do you propose to introduce the inestimable Mrs Kurwenal to the denizens that dwell herein?
Until I encountered this wonderful thread, I had thought (and most of my friends had thought) - that I was, perhaps rather intolerant of a world which dares to offer something other than decent coffee: Good grief, - a few decades ago, as an undergrad writing the political section of a deeply disliked but enormously respected, and disturbingly popular brand new student publication, I was one of only two people I knew, who knew how to brew a pot of real coffee; the other fled to San Francisco to discover himself…..
And now, I find myself hopelessly outclassed…….in scope, range, ambition, of sheer caffeine addiction…….
Do any of you guys actually realise the sheer monumental effort it takes to actually get up in the morning? I can't do showers, - business attire, briefings, briefcase (snigger, that varies, depending on my mood: Colonel Littleton 1943 Navigator Briefcase, (thank you, Shrink) or Saddleback, medium classic briefcase (cue, evil snigger), unplugged MBA, (it terrifies some - much of this world is all about optics, sad to relate) and calculate pressure, timings, beans, grinding…..dear Methusalah, all I want from my coffee is that it wakes me up, tastes delicious, is made by someone else, (one the days I work), preferably Fair Trade, and helps to operate the extremely retarded level that governs the crankshaft of my cerebral cortex before I have to utter a single, solitary, remark in public……..
