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i remember coffee.
i love coffee. some might even say i was addicted to it. they are probably right. when i was working i would be happy to down 5, 10 or more cups of black coffee a day. when i go out to a coffee shop i will indulge in a latte or mocha.
i discovered coffee at the bbc.
my dad got me a summer job there. i was a kitchen porter. very glam work i can tell you. if i wasn’t running around clearing the canteen tables i was elbow deep in dishes. (mmm thinking about this might have been where my aversion to cleaning first appeared).
you won’t be surprised to know that the bbc’s canteen was a busy place so there were lots of plates to collect and clean.
work. work. work.
plates. scrub. plates. scrub.
when all that was done tables to be cleaned.
work. work. work.
it was during a lunch break that i had my first coffee. i was probably scoffing on a large turkey sandwich (they were very nice) and then i had my damascus moment a large white mug of strong steaming black coffee.
whoosh.
hooked.
second cup.
third cup.
more, more. more. more.
how lucky was i? i got to rub shoulders with the stars (well a few of them) and i discovered coffee. oh yeah baby.
it took me a week or two to realise that the reason i couldn’t sleep was due to my heavy consumption of coffee.
ah live and learn.
i have never looked back and i am still drinking too much coffee.