Hello, blogland.
As I am typing this I am sat on the upper floor of Peterborough's Caffe Nero and might I say it's wonderful. What I love about Caffe Nero is the way it manages to be a member of the three major Coffee shop chains, Starbucks, Costa and of course Caffe Nero, and still feel like an independent shop. The one bad thing I will say is that the toilets do leave a lot to be desired, but if you're the sort of person who comes into a coffee shop just to use the defecation facilities then you're an idiot.
So while I sit here waiting for a friend, sipping my Latte and munching a rather special Almond Croissant I thought I'd share with you a few coffee shop musings, aren't you a lucky fellow.
So musing no 1. I love the music in Caffe Nero. It's bloody clever. If you get here between 7am and mid-day you can expect to hear wonderful gentle classical, Bach, Handle, Brahms and Beethoven that kind of thing. However come between mid-day and 5pm you can enjoy the gentle stylings of some acoustic/jazz/gentle pop eg. David Gray, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald. Come between 5pm and closing time they will play the current hits or crap as I like to refer to it. I like music that evolves to suit your day. It just makes sense.
Musing no 2. I love a comfy sofa and the ones in The Nero are no exception. They have that feel of an old bar sofa, the kind that's been around since the first person said: "I'm bored of either standing up or sitting on a spike I',m going to invent something comfy you can sit on." The rest of the Puritan world said "No no it can't be done you're an idiot" The person, however, did not listen and he created a thing called a sofa. All the other people stood and stared in wonderment. A chosen few tried the sofa sitting cautiously afraid that they would be swallowed up whole by its plush upholstery or soft under buttock feel.
"It will never catch on," they said.
They were idiots it has caught on and thank God it did. I love the sofa's end of.
Musing no 3. Coffee oh yeah coffee. I bloody love the stuff. I don't know who it was who discovered the coffee bean and decided instead of rubbing it into the thighs, that it would work best in a drink, but whoever they are I want to make sweet sweet love to you. You have added to my life. So much so that I can't imagine time before coffee and to be honest I don't want to. Those were the dark ages. An age where people just sat around depressed, tired and wandering whether to occupy there time swimming in poo or strangling each other. Personally I'd opt for poo swimming, I've never been one for violent behaviour. However, I digress. To you, and this is to the person who discovered coffee as a drink, I fucking love you. Without a shadow of a doubt or a moment's hesitation, I FUCKING LOVE YOU.
So ends this Caffe Nero blog.
Happy Friday blog world
Matt
