Coffee

I like my Thursdays. Thursday is the day I do sessional hours for YIP (who I work for) in Battersea. I like them for a few reasons. The kids I work with 1 on 1 there are really good kids. We do a table tennis club which I really enjoy and I don't start to 12:30. Now, in the past I would probably have used this as an excuse to stay in bed for as long as possible, but not any more. Now what I do (at least until my new job starts) is leave at the usual time, get on the bus to Clapham Junction and spend the 30 minute bus ride with my ipod and a book. When I get to Clapham Junction, I spend an even more enjoyable hour before work sat in cafe nero drinking coffee and reading. This is a great way to start the day, especially since I get to drink some really good coffee, which as many of you know, is something that I really like to do.

I don't understand people who don't like coffee, it's a wonderful drink. Now please understand that when I say coffee, I'm not talking about that instant stuff that tastes almost, but not quite entirely unlike real coffee, I'm talking about cappacino's, esspresso's, americano's, real, ground, fliter made coffee and I would encourage anyone that doesn't drink coffee or thinks that they don't like coffee having tried kenko once.

There is definitely a coffee drinking culture in London. Coffee shops are busy, cool and generally places where people hang out during the day in the same way that people hang about pubs in the evening. But on Thursday I heard and saw something that makes me think that maybe, things have gone too far.

There was a lady with a pram in front of me in the line at nero's. The child in the pram can't have been more than 2 years old. She ordered a regular cappucino and a babycino. I had to do a bit of a double take. I'm pretty sure I know nero's coffee menu very well, I've never heard of a babycino. I was also pretty sure that surely something that ridiculous didn't exist and that the guy making the coffee would say that he had no idea what the lady was talking about. He didn't. He actually said 'of course' and turned away to make the coffee. I checked the menu. There was no 'babycino' on it. I wondered what it was, thinking that surely they don't make coffees for kids, that would be silly. But of course, we live in a sometimes ridiculously silly world and apparently a babycino is just a cappucino,served in a small, take-away type cup, for kids. The lady took her drinks and sat down, with kid on her lap, and they drank there coffees together.

Like I said, coffee is good. But surely this is a step too far.

I'm sorry, ok.

I know it's been almost a month since I blogged and I'm sorry. It's not like I forgot all about you. It's just that when I have sat down to write something I've either been interrupted (actually just deleted three draft posts) or been so struck by the apparently contageous bloggers-block that I've not actually been able to think of anything to say. Today however, I had Hoylus, Matt L and Tim (who I've not seen for ages but was really nice to get a comment from, so Hi Tim) making comments about me not writing anything and, again as you all know, I'm nothing if not willing to bow to peer pressure, so here is a new post about the things that I've been up to this month.

I went to see the Kaiser Chiefs at Brixton Academy. They were excellent.

I watched 'Life Is Beautiful' on DVD and was reminded what a wonderful, powerful and ultimately teary film it is.

Steve, one of the guys who I share, or rather shared, a house with has left to sun himself in Australia, and various other places as he learns how to teach people to sail, scuba dive, windsurf and various other things that you can do if you get bored sitting on a beach. It was sad to see Steve go as I was just getting to know him really well and appreciate the friend that he is before he left to have fun all over the world (no jealousy, honest). The up side to all this is that I now have a permanent place to live and a new room which, incredibly, has remained tidy and clean for an entire month (I'm scared Lizzy will shout at me if it gets into a mess).

This month I've been listeing to the Raconteurs album (brilliant), Richard Ashcroft's slighly inconsitently brilliant new album and anything that my ipod has randomly shuffled to as I walk around.

I've watched nearly two series of Alias with Sparky and Lizzy and am absolutely loving it.

And finally (suddenly came over all Trevor McDonald then, sorry) I watched the last episode ever of the west wing. This was a sad moment for me. Yes, since Aaron Sorkin left at the end of series 4 it's never been quite the same, but a bad episode of the west wing is still better than pretty much anything else on TV. My only consolation is that I can hapily re-watch them again and again on DVD and enjoy them everytime.

Will do my absolute best to post more often since my bloggers-block seems to have, at least for now, gone.